The Night Before My Wedding, My Parents Cut My Wedding

damage happen.

I look at her.

“Mom,” I say, “did you stop him?”

Her lips tremble. “I told him it was too much.”

That answer is so small it almost disappears before it reaches me.

“Too much,” I repeat.

She closes her eyes.

Not wrong.

Not cruel.

Too much.

Tyler stands suddenly. “Come on, Claire. You’re acting like they murdered someone. It’s fabric.”

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