The wedding march began, people looked back at the wedding party walking down the aisle. I watched at the smiling bridesmaids and groomsmen, most of whom were their children. The band played the bridal march, at the end of the aisle, I saw the blushing bride, she looked so beautiful, Miriam is truly beautiful.
I felt his hand clasp on mine once again, he was shaking as he stared at the couple. A darkness seemed to emanate from him, like a wisp of dark shadow slowly engulfing him and making its way to me through his hand.
"They sure are happy", he said through clenched teeth, I looked at the couple and saw their joy but Mr. Saldivar looked at them with spite and what seemed like envy.
“You don't seem to be”, I said to him. He looked at me and smiled as if to deny my statement.
“I am
