My mom called me at 2 a.m. and said I could come to my brother’s fiancée’s family dinner only if I kept my mouth shut. She warned me her father was a decorated colonel. Bu

needed me to pretend both things were true.

“Grace,” she whispered, even though she was the one who had woken me. “Your brother’s fiancée’s family dinner is tomorrow. You may come.”

I sat up in bed, the blue glow of my alarm clock slicing across the wall. “May?”

There was a pause. Then her tone turned firm. “Only if you keep your mouth shut.”

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