At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

streaming down her face now.

And for what? For a man who saw me as nothing but a path to money he could steal.

I reached for her hand, and this time she didn’t pull away. Alan was a professional.

He knew exactly how to manipulate both of us. But I should have known better.

I should have trusted you. We sat holding hands while she cried.

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