The Envelope My Father Handed Me At My Sister’s Wedding

the family.”

Not…

“This comes from me.”

The distinction mattered.

As I reached for it, I noticed one of the wedding videographers leave the dance floor and angle his camera directly toward us.

Another photographer moved closer.

This wasn’t spontaneous.

Someone wanted this scene preserved forever.

I glanced briefly at Elise.

She didn’t stop them.

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