Where did you get that ring

but no sound came out.

My father looked at me.

“Claire, we’re asking you as family. Help us get through today. We’ll handle Vivian afterward.”

I smiled sadly.

“You’ve had thirty-two years to handle Vivian.”

His face changed.

Because he knew.

He knew I was not just talking about the wedding.

I was talking about birthday candles Vivian blew out on my cakes continue reading …