Everything about the wedding should’ve set off warning bells. Annaleigh didn’t want it in a church—you had to settle for the Justice of the Peace. Your mother fought her on it and lost. I think she was mortified, her only son getting hitched and not a Catholic priest in sight.
Annaleigh didn’t want a daytime wedding. She claimed she had to spend the day getting ready—recuperating from her disastrous bachelorette party, I thought at the time, but now I wonder… Who gets married at quarter to five in the afternoon? After the time change, the sun set early so it was as dark as night when we arrived at the courthouse. I heard your mother mumbling about the poor lighting for photographs as she followed us inside.
The bride was waiting in the hall, decked out in a white gown so pale, it looked
