Ethan looked at me once.
“Do you have something more subtle?” he asked. “I don’t want people staring.”
Shame burned up my neck. But I stayed quiet. Because somewhere inside me, the memory of a frightened five year old boy still held power.
The ceremony was beautiful. Sunlight. Flowers. Soft music. I cried quietly when he said his vows, remembering the child who used to cling to my leg in grocery stores.
I did not know what was coming.
At the reception, Ethan took the microphone for his speech. He smiled toward Ashley’s family. Confident. Comfortable.
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