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

noticed. She extended her hand toward me.

“And who is this?”

Victoria’s smile tightened barely, the way a thread pulls before it snaps.

“Oh, that’s Reagan,” she said lightly. “She’s around.”

Margaret looked at me, genuinely curious. “And what do you do, Reagan?”

Before I could answer, Victoria stepped in. “She works at a hospital in some capacity.”

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