He had gathered a strength similar to that of Hercules within him to get through the morning without breaking down. But she was determined to be perfect for Emily's wedding day. Though inside she felt as fragile as a dry leaf that she risked crumbling at the slightest touch.
He looked at his sister on the altar. Emily and Peter held hands smiling and looking into each other's eyes as if they were the only people in the world. Janet stifled a sigh. This was how true love was supposed to be. Anyone could see her happiness. There was no secret bond that weighed on her like a bar of steel.
He looked around the church and found Mark sitting a few rows behind. The sun filtered through the stained glass, highlighting the reflections in her dark hair. In a word, he was splendid, with his strong
