with Facebook, but Pearl’s granddaughter showed me how to search names.
There were a hundred and twelve photos. Blythe’s mother had posted them all in one album called Our Fairytale ✨ Cullen & Blythe.
I sat at my kitchen table in Wilmington and went through every single one.
There was my son in a navy tuxedo with a white rose on his lapel, smiling so wide his eyes crinkled. He looked happy. I want to be fair about that. He looked genuinely, completely happy, and part of me was glad, even
