Chapter 12: Bobby Pins

I am looking in the mirror at the honeymoon cabin.

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I am looking in the mirror at the honeymoon cabin. I do not recognize myself. The light is dim and gray. I have always hated my hair in an updo. But the one today — my wedding day is the worst. It has a thousand bobby pins holding my fine hair together. Only an imposter would need a thousand bobby pins to look like a real bride. 

Back when we got engaged after knowing each other for 5 months, we went to an antique shop looking for wedding rings. Marty was broke. I had a part time job as a caretaker for a girl my age who had several disabilities. 

I offered to buy my own ring. 

I knew I wanted something different. I'd only ever seen one engagement ring I liked. And it was designed by my soon-to-be sister-in-law. I didn't find anything perfect at the antique shop. What I found was symbolic.

A black diamond on a sliver-thin silver band. 

Death.