I’d laughed.
“Not exactly. But we’re becoming a bigger family together.”
June had smiled all evening.
She helped select flowers, insisted on vanilla cake instead of lemon, and spent an entire Saturday finding a comfortable lavender dress.
Three weeks earlier, she’d practiced walking down our hallway while humming the wedding music.
Now she stared at that same dress as though wanting to wear it had been a mistake.
“June, look at me.”
She raised her eyes.
“Did something happen?”
“No.”
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