I MARRIED THE PERFECT MAN... UNTIL A WOMAN ON THE STREET WHISPERED TO ME, "IF YOU SIGN TONIGHT, YOU'LL END UP BURIED IN ZACATECAS"!
"If you go down the aisle with that man..." You're not going to make it to the anniversary alive.
The voice pierced me like ice.
I turned around.
It was a disheveled woman, with an old shawl over her shoulders, sitting next to a planter in front of the Civil Registry of Zacatecas. Her hands were dirty, her lips were cracked, and her eyes were too conscious to look crazy.
I was minutes away from getting married.
White dress.
Pearl heels.
Intact makeup.
I MARRIED THE PERFECT MAN... UNTIL A WOMAN ON THE STREET WHISPERED TO ME, "IF YOU SIGN TONIGHT, YOU'LL END UP BURIED IN
