Kristen looked horrified.
"He told me the opposite."
Emma closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"No."
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Kristen shook her head.
"I'm sorry."
And suddenly I understood every strange moment from earlier.
Kristen stepping into the photograph.
The seating chart.
The folded toast.
She hadn't been forcing herself into Emma's wedding.
She'd thought she'd been invited into it.
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Sophie looked at Tom.
"So you've been lying to both of them."
Tom's jaw tightened.
"This isn't the place for this."
Sophie gave a short laugh.
"Of course you'd say that."
"Sophie," Emma said.
But Sophie was staring at her father.
"This is all Dad's fault."
"No."
Emma said it quietly.
Still, everyone heard.
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Sophie turned.
"No?"
"Dad did this."
Emma gestured toward Kristen.
Then she looked at Sophie.
"You did this."
Finally, her eyes found me.
"And Mom does it too."
My stomach dropped.
"Emma—"
"Do you know how many texts I send before every family event?"
