to lunch to see her wedding pictures. Michael happened to be back in Ohio for work. Over sandwiches, we watched Allison laughing during the vows, Ruth crying, Ben dancing badly, Lily holding her shoes, and Michael making a face behind me. Then a photograph of the hotel lobby appeared. I hadn’t realized anyone had taken it. Michael and I stood near the fireplace, he was mid-story, and my head was tipped backward in laughter with one hand on his arm. It had been taken before Daniel discovered our relationship.
Allison
