Six months after my son’s wedding, the photographer suddenly called me in the middle of the night: ‘Ma’am, there’s something very strange in the wedding photos. Please come to my studio as soon as you can, and for now, don’t say anything to your son. You should be the first person to see it.’
It was one of those slow Dallas evenings where nothing special is supposed to happen. The sun had already slipped[…]
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