The next afternoon, my backyard filled with wedding guests.
Danny smiled when he saw me.
“You look beautiful.”
“So do you.”
Helen walked me down the aisle.
Danny looked relieved.
The ceremony began.
“Do you take Danny to be your husband?”
I looked directly at him.
“No.”
Silence.
Danny’s face changed.
“Helen got to you.”
“Actually, your son did.”
His expression collapsed.
I continued.
“Margaret wasn’t just your nurse. She was your partner for almost fifty years. The mother of your children. The woman you built a life with while I thought you were dead.”