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Noah’s eyes filled with tears, but he didn’t blink them away.
“He married my mom after my dad died,” he revealed. “He was her husband for a while.”
Behind me, my bridesmaids whispered confused questions.
Someone said my name.
The coordinator hovered nervously.
But all I could see was Noah.
All the time.
Spent her money. He told her she was crazy. He made her cry at night.”
My stomach turned violently.
“She got sick,” Noah disclosed.
In her head. From stress.
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