WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
Too many eyes.
Later, after the cake, more music.
More laughter.
But in the ideal night, something stirred. A whisper carried on the air. An appearance—one which didn't belong with music or laughter.
Behind heavy steel bars and dim fluorescent lights, removed from the reception, Brigs Carlston sat in the icy corner of his jail cell, staring blankly at the miniature TV mounted on the ceiling.
Grainy and subdued, the screen flashed moments of joy: a smiling bride, a smiling groom, guests applauding, arms in victory. Lily James, crowned in white, hand-in-hand with his son.
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