I arrived twenty minutes before the ceremony.

I wore a navy-blue dress, simple pearl earrings, and low heels because my body was still healing. My daughter, Clara, slept in a cream-colored stroller beside me, wrapped in a soft white blanket.

The moment Trevor saw me, his smile faded.

He stood near the altar in a tailored black suit, handsome in the way people look handsome when no one has made them face themselves yet.

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