“Oh God,” he said. “It’s true.”
The officiant lowered his hands.
“I can’t do this,” my dad said.
Lena whispered, “This was supposed to be my chance.”
For the first time since my mother d:ed, the truth wasn’t being smoothed over.
And this time, I didn’t stay quiet.
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