two hundred guests.
Part of me wanted to stop the ceremony, take Claire somewhere private, and ask her why she hadn’t told me what she was planning.
Another part of me wanted to embrace her.
A third part was still trying to understand why she had chosen to wear a suit that looked as though it belonged to a man twice her size.
“Why wear it?” I asked at last.
Claire’s eyes filled with tears.
“Because your grandfather spent his whole life believing he had lost his brother because of
