“What do you mean, homeless?”
Reed glanced toward the guests.
“I mean exactly that.”
“For how long?”
“About eleven months.”
Eleven months.
Not one bad weekend.
Not sleeping in his car for a week after an argument with his dad.
Nearly a year.
“And you told me you stayed with your aunt.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
Paul quietly closed his book.
People were looking everywhere except directly at us now.
The ceremony suddenly felt far too public.
I lowered my voice.
“Reed, why are you telling me this here?”
“I wasn’t supposed to.”
That only confused me more.
He reached inside his jacket and realized his pocket was empty.
Then he looked toward his best man, Trevor.
Trevor’s face changed.
“Oh, damn.”
Reed stared at him.
Trevor immediately reached inside his own jacket.
“I have it.”
He pulled out a folded envelope.
Reed closed his eyes.
“You were supposed to put that in the room.”
