My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

Sound rushed in.

Camera shutters. Voices. Traffic. The low hum of a crowd waiting for something interesting to happen.

I stepped out.

For half a second, no one recognized me.

Then one photographer lowered his camera, squinted, and said, “Is that Natalie Whitmore?”

The name moved through the crowd like a spark through dry grass.

“Natalie!”

“Mrs. Whitmore!”

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