“What do you mean?”
Grant’s voice cracked so sharply that even from halfway down the courthouse steps, I heard it.
I stopped.
Not because I cared anymore.
Because something in his tone didn’t sound like victory.
Behind me, the celebration had gone silent.
The champagne bottle hung forgotten in his brother’s hand.
Sabrina slowly removed her arm from Grant’s waist.
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