I held up a hand, but my voice softened when I addressed him. “I am not canceling your wedding. I am drawing a line.”
Grace walked around the table to my mother.
“Mrs. Ellis,” she said, tears in her eyes, “I am so sorry.”
My mother tried to smile. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do it.”
“No,” Grace said. “But I should have seen it sooner.”
Conrad pushed
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