My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

to a person sitting in wet shoes with a cracked wedding album in her lap.

I began to laugh.

Not because it was funny.

Because the alternative was screaming.

Daniel waited.

When the laughter stopped, I covered my face.

“He never told me.”

“He wanted to.”

“Why didn’t he?”

Daniel’s voice softened.

“He wrote that he was afraid you would try to save his family from continue reading …