Fifteen years after my dad threw me out, I saw him again at my sister’s wedding..

Then I looked at the woman beside me.

“I’ll be there.”

Clare rested her head against my shoulder again.

We stayed on the terrace until the final song began.

And when we eventually walked back inside, she didn’t walk ahead of me.

I didn’t follow behind her.

We crossed the ballroom side by side.

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