.
What he called theater became evidence.
What he called humiliation became the room where everyone finally saw him clearly.
And the man he dressed in rags to make you smaller turned out to be the one man in the church who had walked in already knowing exactly how the story needed to end.
So yes, for one terrible hour, you stood in a wedding gown before an altar while the city waited for your ruin.
But ruin did not take you.
It took him.
