Oh my god.”
Jessica was asking Brandon about Megan in front of everyone.
Jessica stood in the backyard in her wedding dress, bouquet still in her hands.
She looked at him.
Who is Megan?
Brandon stepped closer.
Babe, it’s nothing.
Who is Megan?
He looked around at sixty people watching him.
Nobody offered an escape.
He admitted enough.
Not everything.
But enough for Jessica to stop speaking.
Enough for the bouquet to fall into the grass.
Enough for her to sit in the nearest white plastic chair and stare at
