I stayed for one dance with the bride, then stepped into the cool night air. It was raining lightly, the way it had been the day I left, but this time I stood beneath it without any weight.
I had carried his words for twenty-three years, and somewhere between the toast and the terrace, I set them down. My place card still said only Vivian Hartwell. For the first time, that was exactly enough.
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