LUCY
I was getting married. It was the one day for even the most gloomy person on earth to have a smile on their face. I had not envisioned myself in this position. Why would anyone want to trap themselves willingly in one corner? I could barely contemplate what life would be like for me when I returned to his life. I was convinced I had nothing to fear. Grant and I had no personal relationship whatsoever, I acknowledged to myself painfully. So how could I be anything but happy at the prospect of being his second-time bride?
I itched at my shoulder blades, finding the black suit I was in uncomfortable. I also found the prison box leading me to the guillotine too hot for me to enjoy my last minutes as a free woman.
"Mom, You look sick," June commented, staring in my direction worrie
