My Son Threw Me Out Of His Wedding For His Fiancée. The Next Morning, He Called Asking For The Ranch Keys. – The Archivist

“Case dismissed.”

Ryan and Genevieve left without looking at me. Preston Clarke packed his briefcase quickly, clearly eager to escape.

Harold helped me to my feet. “You did good, Maggie.”

“I lost my son,” I said quietly.

“No,” Harold said gently. “You lost him a long time ago. Today, you just finally admitted it.”

Six Months Later

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