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But my stomach stayed in knots the entire night.
Then, Caleb found me during the reception.
He was the kind of young man who checked in with his grandparents every Sunday and researched health insurance policies in his free time.
So when he gripped my arm and said, “Mom, we need to talk.” I was confused but invested.
He looked toward the married couple’s table.
“Come with me, I’ll show you,” he said, and I followed without hesitation.
Caleb led me out into the parking lot — not dramatically, just far enough for the noise to fade.
The air outside was crisp. My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked behind him.
“What is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately. He pulled out his phone and tapped through several folders.
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