“Don’t bring Mom.”
I thought I’d misheard him.
Our mother was 79 and used a wheelchair after a bad fall four years earlier.
“She’s Ashley’s grandmother.”
Liam sighed.Weddings
“The venue has stairs. It’ll make things complicated.”
I knew that was an excuse.
Liam had always been obsessed with appearances.
His house looked staged even when nobody was visiting.
He’d once made Ashley retake a family Christmas photo because his tie was crooked.
A wheelchair in the middle of those perfect wedding pictures would drive him crazy.
I wanted to tell him exactly what I thought of that.
Instead, I hung up and drove to Mom’s house.
Mom pretended she wasn’t hurt when I told her.
“Go,” she said. “Ashley shouldn’t lose you too.”
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Something about those words bothered me, but when I asked what she meant, Mom just squeezed my hand.Wheelchairs
“It’s her day. Don’t make trouble.”
So I went alone.
The ceremony looked like something Liam had spent months trying to make perfect.
White roses climbed the ends of every row.
Tall arrangements framed the altar, and hundreds of tiny candles flickered beneath them.
