My Parents Threw Away My Wedding Invitation Until They Saw Me Walk Down The Aisle

A schedule.

That night I stood on the balcony. Los Angeles spread below in ten million lit directions.

James came up behind me. We were quiet in the way we’re quiet when neither of us needs to fill the space.

I keep checking my phone, I said.

For what?

I was waiting for the call from Bartlesville. The voicemail from my father. The text from my mother that continue reading …