My Father Married My Aunt After My Mom Died — Then at the Wedding, My Brother Said, “Dad Isn’t Who He Pretends to Be”

“Claire! They’re getting ready to cut the cake!”

I stayed where I was.

“What did Mom find out?” I asked again.

Robert dragged a hand down his face, like he was forcing himself awake.

“She learned that Dad had been lying to her for years—not about little things, but about who he really was.”

“That’s intentionally vague,” I snapped. “Stop doing that.”

He held my gaze. “Do you remember how Laura suddenly started coming around more when Mom got sick?”

“Yes. She said she wanted to help.”

“And how Dad always insisted she stay? How she was always there whenever Mom wasn’t well?”

“Grief makes people cling,” I said, though my voice wavered.

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