She wore white.
I wore the navy maternity dress I had ironed at 5:12 that morning because I still believed, in some corner of my exhausted heart, that walking into court with dignity mattered.
Savannah looked down at my ring like it was a dead insect.
Then she smiled.
“Oops,” she said.
Marcus finally touched her arm, but not to stop her.
To steady her.
“Click here to read the full story”.
