The bathroom door was slightly open. Something in my chest told me the answer before I even pushed it open.
Juniper was sitting on the bathroom floor in her floral dress, hugging her knees. When she looked up at me, her expression was far too calm for a child hiding in a bathroom during her father’s wedding.
“Junie?” I knelt down beside her. “Why are you in here?”
“Maribel told me to stay here,” she said quietly.
My stomach dropped.
“She told you to sit on the bathroom floor?”
Juniper nodded once. “She said I’m not supposed to tell you.”
My pulse began racing. “Why?”
“She said I stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
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