EPILOGUE
Three weeks later, Sarah was standing outside the courtroom of the Justice of the Peace, with Jordan, Karli, Jodie, and her parents in attendance. As per tradition, she and Tim had last seen each other the evening before.
She stood in a small alcove out of sight of the courtroom doors, wearing a simple sheath gown and fingertip veil, waiting anxiously and clutching the bouquet her mother had made for her.
“You look beautiful, honey,” her father said and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, Dad,” she answered, and hugged him. “Um, what time is it?”
“Two minutes to ten,” he answered.
“Is he here yet?”
“I’ll go check.”
Her father disappeared around the corner and returned moments later.
“Not yet,” he confirmed. “But I’m sure he’ll be here any minute, Sarah.”
“Okay,” she exhaled, tryi
