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My hand slipped from David’s arm. The music distorted. My knees weakened.
“Mom?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
“I need to talk to you,” I said quietly. “Alone.”
He led me down the hallway and closed the door.
“What’s happening?” he asked. “Are you sick?”
I took a breath that felt sharp and fragile.
“David,” I said carefully, “your fiancée looks exactly like the woman your father cheated on me with.”
He shook his head immediately. “That’s impossible. I’ve been with Alice for almost two years. I swear I’ve never seen her before.”
“I know what I saw,” I said. “I remember her face.”
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