Cristiano
Dressed in a white satin nightgown, Natalia glowed at the end of the aisle in the dim chapel. Flickering candles made shadows of her body on the wall behind the altar. I walked toward her and ascended the steps to where she’d been laid on a bed of handmade blankets and cream silk sheets and pillows. The candlelight brought color to her cheeks, creating a painful illusion of warmth and life.



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