Only a dying mother holding her son’s hand while I stood by his side wearing a ring that was not mine.
When he finished, he seemed happier than anyone he had seen in a long time.
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I thought that would be the end.
But when Mr. Harrison leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, she whispered something.
He was paralyzed.
“What?”
She looked at me.
“I know she’s not really your fiancée.”
The room was silent.
My heart stopped.
Mr. Harrison slowly straightened himself.
“Mom...”
She smiled faintly.
“She may be sick, Daniel. I'm not stupid."
I stared at her.
“Then why did you ask him to bring me?”
He took my hand again.
“Because for two years, every time my son talked about work, your name was the only one that made him smile.”
Mr. Harrison turned completely red.
I didn't know what to say.
His mother closed her eyes for a moment.
Then he whispered:
“I didn’t need to see him married.”
He squeezed my hand.
“He just needed him to finally stop hiding from his own life.”
And suddenly, the fake wedding ceased to look like the strangest part of that night.
