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hall. She picked the white roses, the lace tablecloths, the hymns, even my dress. When I said I wanted something simpler, Garrett kissed my forehead and murmured, “Let her have this. It’s easier.”
That became the rule of my marriage.
Let Nadine have Thanksgiving.
Let Nadine choose the doctor.
Let Nadine decide where Quincy went to school.
Let Nadine hold continue reading …
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