Beverly’s running footsteps were silent in the snow, she carried the train of her dress in her arms. How could she be late? She was such a fool. She burst through the back doors of the church. The lights were dimmed, candles burned at the altar and along the isle. Her Father greeted her silently, offering her his arm. Thank God she had made it.
They turned and started down the aisle between the old oak pews. She could see Ethan’s silhouette waiting at the altar, it was their wedding day. She was so happy, rushed, but happy. A song played on the organ, they were walking so slowly. As they approached she realized there was someone else at the altar, the preacher? No, a female form, standing where she should be, a wave of panic came over her.
No. She tried to speak but there was no audib
