I always thought I was unshakable. After years of custody hearings and courtroom hissy fits, what could possibly rattle me on my wedding day? Apparently, a man I hadn’t seen since I was six months old. Dan—my stepdad, my real dad in every way that counted—had my arm. The church doors opened, music swelled, and we started down the aisle. I saw Ethan’s face, my mom already crying in the front row, and I thought, this is it. Then the back doors slammed. A voice boomed, “STOP.” Heads turned. My bouquet trembled. There he was—Rick. The man who chose “freedom”...
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