My stepdad, Tim, raised me since I was 8

now, his face dark and unreadable.

I turn to the guests, most of whom are now fully invested in this sudden plot twist.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I say with a shaky smile, “we’re making a small change in the program.”

A few polite chuckles.

I take Tim’s arm, and together, we walk slowly down the aisle. This time, my steps feel light. Free. Whole. I can feel

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