My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

should have been there.

Not as a memory on a slideshow. Not as a signature on a legal document. There. Beside me. Alive.

I took a breath.

Then another.

When I spoke again, my voice was steadier.

“Tonight was supposed to honor Adrian Whitmore. So let me honor him honestly.”

The room quieted.

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