I told myself it was wedding stress. Everybody says brides go a little crazy.
I didn’t believe it.
Something was wrong, and I didn’t know what.
Then, about six months before the wedding, I found out.
Hannah came over on a Saturday afternoon to borrow our big folding table for something. Mark was out at the hardware store. I was in the garden, pulling weeds.
She came out and stood at the edge of the vegetable bed for a long time without saying
anything. Finally, I sat back on my heels and looked up at her.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
She crossed her arms.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked.
“Tell you what?”
“That she tried to see me.”
I stared at her. I had dirt all over my gloves. I didn’t understand what she was saying.
“Who tried to see you?”
“Mom,” Hannah said. “Crystal. She told me she tried to visit when I was little. She said she came to
