Epilogue Today is the big day. After she knocks on the door, Mum walks into the room I am staying in the hotel. I bring my glass with the amber liquid to my lips as I taste it. I have never been so stressed and nervous in my life. This is not our first wedding, but this is the real deal. This is the one, the one that will keep us tied together for the rest of our lives, the one we will rip all the contracts that were signed, and we will just sign a will leaving everything to our children. That is it. Mum walks to the liquor cart and pours himself a drink as she sits next to me, crossing her legs as we look out of the big window. We are having a small affair in the countryside. Aimee said she always dreamed of a spring wedding in a beautiful place outside, so that’s what she’s having. She has everything she has ever wanted. No, look at the expenses. “How are you feeling, son?” mum asks, breaking the silence. I look at her and smile softly. She is looking older, and she has aged a