Reinaldo

I stood between the priest and Dante near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Missouri’s dark sky caused the panes to reflect like giant mirrors. Contessa had rearranged some of the furniture, creating a mini aisle, with two chairs on each side. Catalina sat on one side. The groom’s side was empty.

My heart ached for my mother. She was sentimental about things like weddings. Mí padre was too busy to care. I’d talked to him after receiving the capo’s blessing, and ...