The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

The officiant spoke about love, courage, second chances.

I watched Grant’s profile and felt nothing.

That surprised me.

For months, I had imagined pain.

A wave. A knife. A collapse.

But pain had a limit.

Disgust did not.

When the officiant asked whether anyone wished to offer a blessing, Sloane turned to me.

The room inhaled again.

She had planned this.

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