Jill forgot to bring the wedding vows she wrote last night. In the car on the way to the ceremony she asked for a piece of paper — any piece of paper. No one had any, so I tore out the title page of the Gillian Flynn novel I had in my purse and Jill rewrote the vows. During the ceremony, she was asked for her vows and her maid of honor handed over her notes. She unfolded them and facing the audience, in the hands of the beautiful bride, was: DARK PLACES.