Chapter 14: The Golden Cage

He was dead six weeks later, and I will never ask what happened, and I will never be sorry. That's the last dark thing in this story. I promise. We were married in September, on a cliff above the sea, in a stone church nine hundred years old. There were forty people. My sister was my maid of honor and she walked the whole aisle herself, which two years ago three separate doctors had told me she'd never do. I wore my mother's earrings and a dress with no diamonds on it at all. Dante was waiting...