Lauren’s eyes were red.
Ethan looked nervous.
My navy dress had creased at the shoulder.
The locket rested against Lauren’s dress.
Not perfect.
“Put it near the front.”
Ruth raised an eyebrow.
“Not in the back?”
“No.”
She slipped it into a clear sleeve.
Then reached for another photograph.
The old one with the bent corner.
The picture Lauren had taken from the album.
I looked at it.