The music was beautiful. The truth was brutal. My daughter floated down the aisle toward the man I once called my husband, while my lungs forgot how to work. Every smile in that room was built on a lie I’d signed my name to bury. Then my son stood, glass trembling in his hand, and instead of a toast, he offe… Continues…
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