"And I wanted my father at my wedding."
That silenced everyone.
Sophie had spent years being angry enough at Tom for both sisters.
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Emma hadn't.
Or maybe she had.
But underneath the anger was still a daughter who wanted her father to show up.
"You can hate him because you stopped needing him," Emma said quietly to Sophie.
She swallowed.
"I didn't."
Sophie flinched.
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Then she stepped toward her sister.
"I'm sorry."
Emma nodded.
"No, really."
Sophie wiped her cheek.
"I thought I was standing up for you."
"I know."
"I didn't even ask what you wanted."
"No."
Sophie looked down.
"I did exactly what everybody else does."
Emma reached out and squeezed her hand.
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That was the moment I understood what Sophie had actually done with that microphone.
For a few satisfying seconds, I'd thought she was brave enough to say what Emma wouldn't.
But Emma wasn't waiting for someone else to speak for her.
