1 day before my sister’s wedding, she texted: “You’re out of my wedding—only real family belongs here.” I replied: “Good. Real family can pay for the venue themselves.”

the rest secondhand through Colleen’s friend Dana, who was on the guest list.

Dana sent updates all morning like a correspondent reporting from a disaster.

Venue changed to Mom’s house.

Folding chairs appearing in the yard.

Brandon’s mother barking orders.

Jessica refusing to leave her bedroom.

The makeup artist leaving because nobody told her the venue had changed.

At 11:47 came one message:

Flowers are from Costco. I’m not kidding.

I sat on my couch reading everything and felt almost nothing.

Not satisfaction.

Not guilt.

Just the numbness of