My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room
the kind of man who looks like he’s never made a public mistake.
Victoria had been dating James for two years. And in that time, she had constructed an entirely different version of our family. I pieced it together through her Instagram, the account she never let me follow but never bothered to make private.
