At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”

But the apology no longer needed anything from me.

We walked toward separate cars.

That was all.

I drove home.

Opened the studio.

A half-finished green evening dress waited on the form.

I turned on the machine.

The needle began moving.