After the wedding, Russell took my hand and walked me through his front door.
“So you’re the new project,” she said.
I tried to smile.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
All night, she measured me up from across the room.
After the wedding, Russell took my hand and walked me through his front door. Marble floors. High ceilings. A staircase curved like something out of a movie.
“Welcome home,” he said softly.
