the wedding morning, my aunt suddenly collapsed. Zac and I rushed to the hospital and missed the ceremony. Before going inside, I called Kelsey.
“The rules still apply.”
“Yes, Nadia. I remember the sacred flowers.”
My aunt stabilized late that night. We returned to the lake house the following morning.
A handmade cushion lay soaked beside the driveway. Cups covered the lawn, bottles sat near the dock, and deep tracks crossed the grass.
Then I saw the wedding arch.
It was covered in Grandma’s flowers.
The anniversary roses had been
