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

she had known exactly what was about to happen.

I turned the envelope over in my hands.

“Perhaps this should wait until after the reception.”

“It should be opened now,” my father replied.

“There are no family secrets here.”

Several nearby guests exchanged uneasy glances.

My uncle Howard quietly lifted his champagne glass but never intervened.

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