He didn’t stop until we were almost outside. The music dulled behind us. Laughter spilled through open doors. Someone tapped a glass in celebration. It felt obscene.
“What’s going on?” I whispered. “You missed the ceremony. You look like you ran here.”
“I almost didn’t come,” he said. His hand shook when he let go of my arm. “I was told not to.”
“Told by who?”
Robert glanced back toward the reception, then lowered his voice. “Mom.”
I stared at him.
“That’s not funny.”
“I’m serious. I swear.”
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