At my wedding, I saw my father-in-law put something in my champagne glass… so I switched glasses and smiled.

He was trembling.
Not as a guilty party.
Like a son who had just discovered that he had been raised inside a mausoleum.

“I don’t need your money,” I finally said.

Rebeca barely smiled.
“Everyone needs it.”

I took out my phone.
“No. What I need is this.”

I pressed play.
And the room was filled with her own voice.

“…I accelerated it.”
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