I always thought weddings were about beginnings. Fresh chapters, the binding of two hearts, the blending of families. As a mother, I dreamed of the day I would watch my son step into marriage with joy written across his face. When that day finally arrived, I thought it would be nothing but a celebration. I had no idea it would end with my son walking out of his own reception, a crumpled letter in his hand, and his new wife sitting stone-faced among startled guests.
It began hours before the ceremony.