She changed into something neat, tied her hair back, and grabbed her folder of documents. On the drive to the church, she kept her focus on practical matters—the service program, the guest list, the music. Emotion could wait. Today was about checking off what needed doing.
Elizabeth was due to arrive later that evening. Gwen hadn’t spoken to her since the initial call. Their conversations had always been short. Civil, but strained. Gwen had never felt welcome as a stepmother. Elizabeth kept her distance—and Gwen suspected, even early on, that it was a very deliberate choice.