A Hundred Confessions Can't Win Back Yesterday

On the wedding day, the groom didn't come. The officiant leaned in for the third time to ask whether we should keep waiting, and that was when Cliff Bishop's call came through. He sounded tired, and a little annoyed. "Carly's in a bad place. I have to stay with her. Cordelia, just push the schedule back for now." I looked at the hundred and twenty-eight guests in the seats below, and took off my veil. "There's no need to push it back."