Epilogue
Margaret could hear the violin strings and the first stirring notes of the wedding song she’d chosen, “I’ll Stand by You.” The guitar joined in, and she started out of the back room of the church. Stan Jerow was waiting for her in his green suit and string tie, grinning ear to ear like her father, who should have been here. She’d emailed him and her mother but had only received a brisk, congratulatory email from Italy saying he was unable to attend her wedding on such short notice, considering it was only three days from when Joe had shown up at her grandfather’s house.
“You look so beautiful,” Stan said. She had to lean her cheek down to let him kiss her, since he was two inches shorter. Margaret was wearing a simple white sheath that ended just at her knees, the only thing
