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My hands started shaking. My chest tightened with a kind of anger I hadn’t felt in years. I was ready to cross the floor and say things that would permanently fracture relationships.

“I understand,” he said evenly. “But before I go, may I say a few words? Just a toast to my daughter.”
There was no defensiveness in his voice. No bitterness. Just calm.

They hesitated, then nodded.
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