My fiancé stood smiling at the altar.
Dad’s grip tightened painfully around my arm.
“Dad?” I whispered sharply. “What’s wrong?”
He stared at Julian while all the color drained from his face.
“No…” Dad breathed. “This can’t be.”
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My fiancé stood smiling at the altar.
Dad’s grip tightened painfully around my arm.
“Dad?” I whispered sharply. “What’s wrong?”
He stared at Julian while all the color drained from his face.
“No…” Dad breathed. “This can’t be.”