Page 1 — The Wedding I Funded But Didn’t Attend
I didn’t scream on the call. I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg.
I asked one question.
“Is Max there?”
There was a pause. Whispering. Then my son’s voice came on, tight and irritated.
“Mom, don’t make this a thing. It was small. Just witnesses.”
WITNESSES.
Two hours later I saw photos online.
Lena’s parents. Lena’s siblings. Lena’s cousins. A full table of people smiling into the camera like they’d won something.
And there I was—missing from the frame like an inconvenient detail.
I stared at the screen and felt something worse than sadness.
