I simply told the truth.
I said that I had heard her speak to my sisters in a way no adult should.
I said that I had heard her talk about separating our family for her own convenience.
I said that a wedding could not happen under those conditions.
The room went quiet in a way that felt like a door closing.
Jenna’s face changed.
Not into sadness.
Into anger.
And in that moment, I felt oddly calm.
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