She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

aside, untouched.

I would wait.

Until the last bite of dessert was served to the guests who mattered.

Until people started getting up, loosening their ties, wiping icing from their lips with monogrammed napkins.

Until the music hit that perfect peak where everyone was too drunk to notice details.

Then I would make my move.

I pulled out my phone, the screen continue reading …