And sitting beside him that morning was my younger sister, Rosalind — the woman he’d been secretly seeing for fourteen months.
But the most painful part wasn’t what Julian had done.
It was what my own parents wanted me to do about it.
Only fifteen minutes before our hearing, my mother sat beside me on the cold courthouse bench.
She leaned toward me and lowered her voice.
“Please don’t ruin your sister’s future. Just let Julian have what he’s asking for.”
I stared at her.
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