Van

Adjusting the cuff links, I tugged the sleeve of my suit coat and stood before the mirror in the bathroom off my office. This was the first time I’d put on a suit since the last time we tried to wed. For some reason, the suit felt right. I was relieved when Margaret brought the clothes down.

It meant Julia liked the dress.

Our wedding was a day to celebrate, no matter when it occurred.

A knock on the office door ...