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calm.
“Mom, where were you? Are you okay?”
“Just getting some fresh air, sweetheart. Big day.”
Blake turned to me, still fumbling with his tie. His eyes — Bernard’s eyes — searched mine.
“Do you think Natasha’s happy? Really happy with me?”
I kept my voice steady. “What matters is whether you’re happy.”
His face softened into something so genuine it hurt continue reading …
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