My heels echoed across the marble floor—slow, steady, deliberate.
Behind me walked four children.
Four identical children.
Four unmistakable reflections of the man standing at the altar.
In my hand, I didn’t carry an invitation.
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My heels echoed across the marble floor—slow, steady, deliberate.
Behind me walked four children.
Four identical children.
Four unmistakable reflections of the man standing at the altar.
In my hand, I didn’t carry an invitation.