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soft swish of my dress and sense the uneven rhythm of Dad’s breathing.
The doors swung open.
Music echoed through the church. White roses lined the aisle.
Julian stood waiting at the altar, composed and confident in a black suit. The moment he saw me, he smiled.
Then my father abruptly stopped moving.
I could hear the soft swish of my dress.
His hand clamped continue reading …
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