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

mask was gone.

And me?

I stood.

The black dress my mother had approved suddenly felt like a costume I no longer needed to wear.

“Thank you for dinner,” I said.

Cassandra gave a small, disbelieving laugh through her tears. “We never ate.”

“No,” I said. “But everyone got served.”

I walked out before anyone could stop me.

Ethan followed me into the foyer.

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