Margot nodded, shifting in her seat as Piglet spoke, popping two powdery ibuprofen tablets from their blister pack. Piglet tried to finish speaking, to ask how she was, if she was in pain, but she could not stop. She sounded like a child, her breath coming in jagged gasps, tears falling down her face, cutting tracks through thick wedding makeup, and it was not lost on her that, in this moment, she was asking Margot to mother her too.
