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
“And this…” she paused, a deliberate pause, because Victoria never left silence unplanned. “This is my stepsister, Reagan.”
Another pause. A slight tilt of her head. A practiced smile.
“Just a nurse.”
Anyway, my father laughed. A real laugh, the kind you give when a joke lands exactly the way it was meant to. Diane smirked, one corner of her continue reading …
