Chapter Ten
It was happening. It was really happening. Patty was marrying the man of her dreams.
She’d felt Grizz’s hands go clammy as they left the hospital. Then dry as they entered the church. They’d become warm as she professed her true, undying love for him. When she’d finally spoken her truth aloud, she’d thought he might shy away from her.
But he hadn’t. He hadn’t let go of her hand. He’d said that she was his.
They followed Walter down the hall to his office. The small room was more of a closet than anything else. Books wallpapered the walls. Old titles with Hebraic and Latin words on the browning spines.
It wasn’t the altar she’d expected to be saying her vows at. She wasn't wearing the wedding dress of her dreams. Instead of the empire waist gown she had envisioned wearing,
