My Family Staged an Intervention at My Wedding — T…

the night, I looked at the family table, the three empty chairs, the untouched place settings, the folded napkins no one would unfold. Marcus followed my gaze. You okay?

I looked at him, then back at the chairs, then back at him. I will be. He took my hand.

We went back to the dance floor. The fairy lights swayed overhead. The music played and I let continue reading …