SAMANTHA
I suppose I should’ve been happy my mother was married.
She looked it. She glowed as she sat at the head table with James and their bridal party, excluding Mason and Logan. The boys sat with me at a table in the back, which also included Mark and Cass, and Taylor. Heather and Channing came for the dinner and were with us as well. James had his two ushers sit in Mason and Logan’s empty chairs.
Drinks and appetizers appeared, and then the dinner was served. The maid of honor offered a touching toast for my mom, and I couldn’t stop watching as she listened to those kind words being spoken about her.
Whoever she was, this woman didn’t know her. They might’ve been in a treatment facility together. And they all seemed demure and perfect, but it was bullshit. I knew that much.
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