"Is someone trying to touch that money?"
The house was in the trust my sister set up before she passed. I'd added Harry's name a year later, with an amount to match what my sister already had in.
Oliver never knew about that... he thought I was the prize. But I wasn't the one about to lose everything.
And then, there was the final call. I called the county clerk's office. I asked them to cancel the marriage license. I told them there'd been a mistake.
"It happens more often than you think, ma'am," the man said.
And then, there was the final call.
***
On the morning of the wedding, I got dressed like a woman walking into a storm.
The house buzzed with movement. Selena twisted in front of the mirror, frowning at her jumpsuit.
"Do I look weird? I feel weird."
"You look amazing, baby girl," I said, pinning a curl behind her ear. "You look like your mom."
Harry tugged at his collar with a scowl.
"Why are we wearing these? Can't we just stay home, Mom?"
"Do I look weird? I feel weird."
"And leave me to do this alone? Not a chance, baby. It's just for a little while. And after this, we're getting pancakes with sprinkles and extra chocolate sauce. Just how you like it. Deal?"
"You're smiling weird," he said, squinting at me. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. And you three are going to stay near Aunt Denise today, alright? Promise me."
Mika peeked around the corner. "Is Oliver in trouble?"
I paused, brushing imaginary lint from Harry's shoulder.
