Today was the day. The day she never thought would come. She looked at her veiled face in the mirror, and her eyes began to fill with tears.
Just as she was about to get cold feet, the car arrived. She was scared, unsure if she could do it.
Staring upon the church, she knew it was filled with loved ones, flowers, and a new chapter. She walked down the aisle and stood looking down at her husband, thinking about her future. Or at least, what she thought would be her future. Then the funeral began.
“James Harry Tarnum was born…”