Alone
Monday, May 11, 2026
The moon gleamed on the backyard bay when she found Stephen crying and alone on the patio, shivering, completely drenched. Empty beer cans surrounded the dejected figure. His suit reeked of the salty, pungent marine scent. The crisp, clear night brought a biting breeze but inside the wedding venue people joyously danced and mingled with friends and loved ones. She took her son's cold, trembling hand in hers. In silence they went home.
