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After Spending Six Months Hand-sewing My Daughter’s Wedding Dress

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an angel. I never even got her name.”

That was me. I was the angel. The anonymous provider of the final puzzle piece in Brenda’s twisted little game.

Halie pointed a trembling finger at the page. “The venue, Mom. It’s the Fairmont. They got married at the same hotel. On the same day.”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “He just went downstairs.”

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