They Took Her Wheelchair, Costing My Mother's Life.Now, Blood Will Flow.

Summary

My mom, terminal with cancer, sat in a wheelchair with an oxygen tank, having endured a grueling twenty-hour Greyhound bus ride just to be at my wedding to Ethan.

But when it was his time to walk down the aisle, I called his name until I was hoarse, but he was nowhere in sight.

Turns out, his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, was having a depressive episode, threatening suicide again:

"Ethan, I can't live without you."

My usually stoic fiancé was holding Sophia tightly, desperately begging me to stop the wedding, to let them leave.