” she said loudly. “To real family.”
I sat very still, my hands folded in my lap to keep them from shaking. Heat crawled up my neck, embarrassment mixing with anger so sharp it tasted like metal.
That’s when I noticed the groom.
Ryan.
He sat beside Brooke, tux immaculate, posture stiff. He wasn’t smiling. He looked uncomfortable, like he’d been forced continue reading …
