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At the reception, Dad found me while Brandon was getting drinks.
He looked at the veil.
Then at me.
“I started divorce paperwork from the church office.”
I blinked.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he sighed.
“I kept telling myself keeping the peace was protecting you.”
“No,” I said quietly.
“It wasn’t.”
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