Disowning My Mother And Groom

Summary

The power cut out on our wedding night.

In the pitch-black hallway, my brand-new husband, stumbling drunk on cheap champagne and bourbon, supposedly mistook the guest bedroom for ours.

The next morning, a sharp, piercing shriek tore through the silence of the house.

My head was still pounding, heavy with the residual fog of alcohol, as I stumbled down the corridor. My mother and I pushed the guest room door open. There, tangled in the rumpled white sheets, were my husband and my cousin Kayla. Naked. Entwined like two creatures who had spent the night burrowing into each other's skin.