28 septembre 2026

I Thought the Strangers in the Back Row Had Come to the Wrong Wedding

And Reed knew them.

That much became obvious the moment I reached him.

His expression changed when he looked over my shoulder.

Not fear exactly.

Something softer.

Almost embarrassment.

I squeezed his hand.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Then, after a moment, he said, “No.”

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