The morning before my sister’s wedding, our driver suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Lie down on the back seat and cover yourself with a blanket. You need to hear this.” I refused at first, but he insisted, “Trust me.” Half an hour later, I heard Takeo…

The “small transfer document.”

My mother had been pushing it all week.

It’s just for family efficiency. Stop being dramatic. It’s a wedding gift.

Marcus extended the folded blanket toward me.

“If you stay sitting up, they’ll watch what they say. But if they think you’re not here…”