During Sunday dinner, my father calmly said, “I already gave your wedding money to your younger sister, she deserves a more real wedding.” I didn’t say anything, just quietly turned to look at my fiancé. He stood up, took out his phone, calmly said exactly one sentence — and the whole table immediately fell silent.
Marcus sat beside me at the long oak table I’d grown up around, his hand resting on his water glass,[…]
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