PART 1
On the night I married Grayson, I hid under our bed because I wanted to surprise him.
My satin dress was still on. My veil had caught on the wooden frame above me and I could not free it without tearing something.
Weddings
And I was lying there on the floorboards trying not to laugh, picturing his face when I crawled out and shouted got you.
It was about half past eleven. He had gone down to see the last of his cousins off.
Then the bedroom door opened.
The footsteps were not his.
They were his mother’s. I know Lorna’s heels the way you know a clock in your own house — I had spent two years listening for them across kitchens.
Beds
She crossed that room and sat down on the mattress directly above me.
