I told my fiancé that my niece was actually my daughter to see how he would react — what he did next destroyed our engagement.

— I watched it happen.

“What caused the falling out?”

“It’s complicated. Old wounds. I’d rather not get into it tonight.”

“And does she know about me? About us?”

“A little. Not everything yet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Chloe,” I said.

“Chloe.” He tested the name carefully. “Twenty-five,” he repeated, almost under his breath. “So she’s grown. Independent.”

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