I Told My Uncle I Was Excited For My Brother’s Wedding Tomorrow. He Went Pale And Said, “Monica, It Was Last Week.” I Didn’t Cry. I Folded The Gift Away, Opened Instagram, And Found The One Photo That Made My Family’s Next Request Impossible.

the air smelled faintly of coffee and printer toner.

I checked in with the receptionist, clipped on a visitor badge, and rode the elevator up.

Across from me sat an attorney named Natalie Cruz. She was in her early forties, with dark hair pulled back and a navy blazer that fit like it had been tailored for her.

Her expression wasn’t warm or cold.

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