“He was just supposed to show up suited and act happy. And he was the happiest man alive. His curly hair clean-cut for the first time in their lives. His lips a bow, pinched up at their corners, smiling that entire day. He planted one on her mid-sentence, impatient, giddy. A juvenile vow of eternity pressed into her upper lip. Kissing him on their wedding day will be the highlight of her life.

The end of that kiss is her apocalypse.”