I used to think weddings brought out the best in people. I’d watched cousins get married in our small Virginia town—aisles full of flowers, family crying happy tears, everyone pretending life was gentle and uncomplicated. I thought mine would be the same. Not perfect, but at least decent. At least respectful. At least free of the bitterness that had shadowed my childhood home. That fantasy died the night before my wedding, cut to ribbons—literally—by the people who were supposed to love me. My name is Lieutenant Commander Sarah Mitchell, U.S. Navy. Fourteen years of service, two deployments in the Persian...
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