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

down, Margaret.”

It was not loud. That made it worse.

She stared at him, stunned.

Maybe he had never spoken to her that way in front of guests. Or maybe he had, and everyone had always agreed to pretend otherwise.

Slowly, Margaret sat.

The colonel looked at his daughter. “I should have told you years ago.”

Cassandra’s voice was small. “Why didn’t you?”

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