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

is unnecessary. Families talk.”

“We are not family,” I said.

Eleanor made a small sound, almost a laugh. “You are making a mistake you cannot undo.”

“No,” I said, looking at my mother’s wedding dress, the folders on my desk, the phone in my hand. “I almost made one yesterday.”

Sylvia’s pen stopped moving.

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