My dad didn’t say anything on the drive home.
Neither did my mom. We just sat in the silence.
When we got to their house, my dad turned off the car and sat there for a minute.
“I should’ve said something sooner,” he said.
“No,” I told him.
“You said it when it mattered.”
Someone had finally said out loud what I’d been screaming inside my head for months.
Caleb had used me.
Used my father. Used the trust we gave him.
And Lacey had chosen him over me. Over family.
I don’t know what happened at the reception after we left.
I don’t care.
What I know is this: my dad didn’t stay quiet to keep the peace. He told the truth, and in doing so, he gave me permission to stop pretending, too.
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