I was scarred saving my sister from a fire—years later, she hid me at her wedding, until the groom’s mother said five words that silenced everyone.

”

I understood more of that than she probably knew. For one moment, I almost felt the old reflex return—the instinct to protect her from discomfort.

Then she added, “And look at what it’s doing right now.”

Something in me settled. Not anger. Clarity.

Daniel stared at her.

“What is it doing?”

“It’s taking over my wedding.”

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