Eighteen Years After Ray Abandoned Him on a Dirt Road, Thomas Found His Mother’s Letter
Megan stood at the altar in a simple white dress, Kyle beside her in a gray suit with sleeves half an inch too long.
Her bouquet was grocery-store roses, white with a little green fern.
Kyle cleared his throat twice before his vows.
The second time, Megan reached over and took his hand.
Diane leaned in close.
“Sit still, Thomas.
You’re not on a roof.”
I put my hands on my knees.