At my son’s wedding, I stood frozen as my wife was shoved into the mud. Before I could react, my daughter-in-law laughed and said, “Don’t pretend this is about anything but stealing attention.”

lifted my glass, and spoke of love, of the future, of family. To anyone listening casually, it sounded like a typical blessing. But for me, it was a disguise.

“To the truth,” I said quietly at the end, meeting Clara’s eyes. “May it always rise to the surface.”

She smirked and drank, convinced I was just an old man offering harmless words.

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