“Sorry… your name isn’t on the list,” the usher said. My mother smirked, “Did you really think you were invited? Strangers aren’t allowed.” I just smiled. “Then I’ll live like one.” But minutes into the ceremony, her phone started ringing — and she went pale.

The Stranger at the Gate They asked for my name at the entrance. “Sallea,” I said, my voice barely audible over the elegant string quartet playing just inside the venue. […]