Right before my wedding day, I stopped by my future mother-in-law’s house. As I was leaving, I realized I had forgotten my cardigan

opened on the twenty-second floor, the hallway was silent except for the low hum of recessed lights. I walked to Eleanor’s black lacquered door and raised my hand toward the bell.

Then I heard my name.

“Harper just left,” Eleanor said from inside. Her voice was clear, almost cheerful. “Thank God. I thought I would have to smile until my jaw locked.”

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