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looked uncertain about what to do next.
Brielle stepped back from the altar. Her smile faltered.
“You told me everyone was taken care of,” she said.
“You never told me that she was eight months pregnant.”
The carefully arranged ceremony cracked under the weight of one quiet truth.
Beside me, Margot whispered, “Go, Grandma.”
I laughed through tears, holding continue reading …
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