At the time, it sounded confident. Later, I would realize confidence is often just another disguise.
Clara wore cream-colored silk and looked flawless, but Harper was the one who captured my attention. She walked behind her mother carrying a tiny bouquet of daisies, wearing a blue dress with pearl buttons, her dark eyes carrying a sadness too old for such a small face.
She looked less like a flower girl…
and more like a witness.
“Welcome to the family,” Clara whispered after we were officially declared husband and wife.
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