My stepdad, Tim, raised me since I was 8

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But the story doesn’t end there.

At the reception, my dad keeps his distance. He nurses a scotch by the bar, his face unreadable. I dance with Jason, I laugh with friends, but I keep watching my dad out of the corner of my eye.

Finally, after the cake is cut and the bouquet is tossed, I walk over to him.

“Dad.”

He doesn’t look at me.

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