The lights in the reception hall glowed soft and golden, like the end of a perfect sunset. Strings of fairy lights hung across the ceiling, and the music drifted gently, something jazzy and warm.

My new husband was over by the bar, laughing with his friends. My mom sat with her sisters, dabbing her eyes and trying not to smudge her makeup. Daniel was right at our table, folding his cloth napkin into a neat triangle, just like he always did at family dinners.