The wedding couldn’t have been more perfect—until Dad suddenly gripped my hand and whispered, “Get away from everyone. We need to talk. Now.”

away from the crowd, past the main reception area, through the club’s elegant hallways, until we reached a small, private sitting room that overlooked the golf course. Dad closed the door behind us and turned to face me, and for the first time, I saw the expression on his face clearly.

He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world.

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