Nora’s voice dropped lower. “This is my decision. I’m not changing my mind. If you insist, I’ll call the whole thing off.”
“You’re going to throw everything away? For what? Your niece’s big moment?”
She shook her head, avoiding my eyes.
“Don’t push me, Winston.”
I didn’t say another word. I stormed past her, grabbed my jacket, and drove straight to Sarah’s friend’s house. She came to the car, confused, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“You’re going to throw everything away? For what?”
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“Dad? Aren’t we going home?”
I shook my head, managing a smile. “Not yet, honey. How about ice cream for dinner?”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Seriously? On a school night?”
“Desperate times call for desperate sundaes.”
She buckled herself in, feet swinging. “Can I get extra Oreos on top?”
“You can get whatever you want.” My voice cracked a little, but she didn’t notice.
“Dad? Aren’t we going home?”
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***
At the parlor, we slid into a red vinyl booth and ordered giant sundaes, and she chattered about school, about Abigail’s kitten, about how she was going to help decorate for the wedding even if she couldn’t be a flower girl.
I nodded, but inside I was spinning.
Nora was making me choose. My heart knew the answer, but my head kept searching for something else, a reason, a hope that there was more to it all.
Nora was making me choose.
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Afterward, we went home.
Sarah changed into pajamas and cued up cartoons. She curled up beside me, eyes drooping. “Dad, do you think I’ll look pretty in whatever dress Nora picks for the wedding?”
My heart shattered.
Later, when she was asleep, my phone buzzed with a message from Brooke, Nora’s mother: “You’re being dramatic with this wedding business, Winston. Drop the girl. Her presence at the wedding isn’t necessary.”
I stared at the word, that cold ache in my chest deepening. Something had shifted. And I needed to know why.
“Drop the girl. Her presence at the wedding isn’t necessary.”
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***
The next morning, I dropped Sarah at school and drove straight to Nora’s.
She sat at the kitchen table, eyes red, her phone facedown beside her coffee.
I didn’t bother sitting. “Explain to me why you don’t want Sarah at the wedding.”
Nora shook her head. “Once I found out the truth, I couldn’t watch you stand there and promise forever with Sarah beside you, like this family hadn’t been built on a lie.”
My stomach turned. “What are you talking about?”
“Once I found out the truth, I couldn’t watch you stand there and promise forever.”
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She swallowed. “You won’t understand.”
“Try me.”
She hesitated, then reached into her purse and pulled out a worn envelope. “I found this while cleaning out your study.”
She slid it across the table.
My hands shook as I opened it. The handwriting was Susan’s.
“If Winston ever learns what I hid, I hope he can forgive me.”
“I found this while cleaning out your study.”
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My vision blurred. “What does that mean?”
Nora’s mouth trembled. “It means Susan already knew Sarah before the adoption. She’d met her years earlier and never told you. Susan was her biological mother, and she gave her up for adoption. It’s in the letter.”
I stared at her. “No.”
Nora nodded through tears. “She chose Sarah long before she told you she wanted to adopt. She kept that part from you.”
“Susan already knew Sarah before the adoption.”
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I gripped the table. “You should have told me. And you should never have taken it out on Sarah.”
Nora started to cry.
“I panicked. Every time I looked at Sarah, I saw the secret first. I know how awful that sounds. I couldn’t watch you stand at that altar, making vows with Sarah beside you, while this was sitting in your house the whole time.”
I stared at her, numb. “So instead of telling me the truth, you wanted to punish a child for it? So what if Sarah is Susan’s biological daughter? She’s mine, too.”
“I panicked. Every time I looked at Sarah, I saw the secret first.”
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The silence took over for a while.
Then, Nora wiped her eyes. “Can we still get married, Winston?”
I stepped back from the table. “Whatever Susan hid from me, whatever I learn now, Sarah is my daughter. You don’t get to punish her for the truth. You asked me to choose. I already have.”
***
I canceled the wedding. The florist called, confused. Then Nora’s mother started calling relatives, trying to say I’d overreacted and humiliated Nora over “old papers that meant nothing.”
I canceled the wedding.
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I sent one message to both families: “The wedding is off because Nora asked me to exclude my daughter… Sarah is my child. Anyone who thinks she should be pushed aside is not family to me.”
After that, the calls changed. A few people apologized. Nora’s aunt texted that Sarah had deserved better. Nora’s mother never called me dramatic again.
A few days later, Sarah came home from school and walked into my study.
“Dad, are you okay? Did something bad happen?”
After that, the calls changed.
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