I carried part of my dress because it kept catching on the grass.
It was probably the least romantic wedding walk in history.
I was angry.
Really angry.
Not because he’d been homeless.
That part didn’t change anything about how I saw him.
I was angry because he had decided for me that I couldn’t handle knowing.
“You thought I’d judge you?”
“At first.”
“And later?”
“Later I thought you’d wonder what else I’d lied about.”
I stared at him.
“Which is exactly what I’m wondering now.”
“I know.”
He sat on a wooden bench.
I stayed standing.
After a moment, he handed me the envelope.
“You can read it.”
I didn’t want the letter.
I wanted answers.
“Why today?”
He rubbed his hands together.
That was when he told me about Walter.
The hat.
I’d seen Reed wearing that old gray hat dozens of times.
