Something in his voice felt off.
Mason raised his glass during dinner and tapped it with a fork.
« We just want to thank everyone for coming, » he said. « Especially the woman who raised us. »
A soft chorus of « aww » rippled through the guests.
My eyes filled before I could stop them.
« Speech! » Aunt Marta called.
« Later, » Mason promised. « We have something planned for after. »
A soft chorus of « aww » rippled through the guests.
The candles glowed across both of their faces as they leaned forward together.
« Make a wish, » I said.
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