beneath the yellow rose arbor at the JH Ranch. The temperature had dipped to eighty degrees, and close friends and family filled several rows of white chairs set up for the occasion. At seven on the dot, Ginger Pratt and Margo Corrigan, from First Baptist on Third and Houston, struck up the music. The harp and violin drifted on a warm Texas breeze and the wedding planner motioned for the ring bearer, Vince’s young nephew Conner, to start down the aisle. Next, she waved for the bridesmaid and best man. Deeann took her cue and tucked her hand inside of the elbow of Blake Junger’s black tuxedo jacket. They stepped from the main house and started down the grassy path strewn with rose petals. Deeann’s blue chiffon dress fluttered about her knees and her red braid glistened in the evening sunlight. Stella Leon Junger took a breath and let it out slowly. She wasn’t the one getting married, but her nerves made her stomach tight. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
