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1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

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clutch purse. Still nothing. The silence from Ladue remained unbroken. I imagined my mother sitting in her pristine kitchen sipping her coffee, confident that her psychological warfare was working.

I imagined Alyssa sleeping late, resting up for another day of playing the tragic heroine. They were assuming I was currently in tears, scrambling to figure continue reading …

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