He Once Walked Through My Blooming Years

The day I was supposed to marry Brandon.

Sienna, a young woman he'd sponsored through a tough time, was there, acting as our wedding host.

As we exchanged rings, Sienna smiled, pressing the play button on the giant screen.

The inscription on my ring flashed in high-definition video:

WHORE.

But on Brandon’s ring, Sienna’s name was engraved instead.

Sienna provocatively wiggled her hand at me.

“Brandon and I had these couple rings custom-made. Pretty, isn’t it?”

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The entire wedding hall fell silent.

“What’s going on? Is this some new kind of… performance art?”