I’m Grace Mitchell, thirty-four, and three months ago I stood on the sidewalk outside my sister’s two-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding while five hundred guests celebrated without me.
Part 1 — The Guest List I’m Grace Mitchell, thirty-four, and three months ago I stood on the sidewalk outside my sister’s two-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding while five hundred guests celebrated without me. She’d decided I wasn’t “successful enough” to attend. Before I left, I handed the front desk a small cream envelope. Inside was something that…