Chapter 12: The Wedding, and What He Gave Me

We were married the following spring, in the cathedral square where my son once chased an orange into a queen's path. I had a white dress with no train, because Luna had a train and refused to share the spotlight. Leo walked me down the aisle. He was six, in a black suit, and he took his job so seriously that he practiced for four days and made his sister time him. "Ready, Mama?" "Ready." "Don't cry," he warned. "If you cry I'll cry and then everyone will know I'm not tough." I cried at...