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my daddy.”
The garden went still in a way no one there would ever forget.
Not the stillness of a paused ceremony.
Not the shocked silence after a rude interruption.
Something deeper.
The canopies stopped moving. The candles stopped trembling. Even the wind seemed to step back.
Lorenzo did not look at Vivian.
He stepped down from the altar.
The polished black continue reading …
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