My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom

Elliot carried the box with both arms and asked that it remain upright.

“Important?” the driver asked.

“Yes.”

He let go slowly.

When the car reached the end of the street, I asked Elliot whether he was sure about sending it.

“No,” he said.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

“We’re staying together here whatever happens with it.”