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Marriage felt like the logical next step.
Caleb leaned in during the vows and murmured, just for me, “I still don’t want a story.
It made me smile.
That was what he’d said when he proposed (over Chinese takeout. No ring box, no kneeling.
Just honesty. Or so I thought).
We stayed in our small town after the wedding. The kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do.
My parents lived ten minutes away. So did my sister, Lacey.
She was two years younger than me, but we were never close.
We talked at family dinners and exchanged texts on birthdays, but we’d never shared secrets. All our lives, we moved in separate orbits.
At the reception, Lacey clinked her glass and said, “To stability.”
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