Kayla’s voice floated out first, bright and cruel.
“She doesn’t know, right?”
Nate’s voice softened—the voice he used when he wanted me calm, compliant, useful.
“Relax. She thinks I’m taking a walk. She has no idea.”
Then my mother laughed.
That familiar, approving laugh I’d spent years chasing.
“She’s too dumb to notice,” my mom said. “She’s too busy paying for the suite and checking her work emails.”
My vision narrowed. I saw my father near the aisle, adjusting his tie like he was proud.
They were all there.
My entire family sitting in a chapel, watching my husband and my sister prepare for something that looked like vows.
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