I hang on to him like he’s a buoy in a turbulent ocean. “I need to know,” I say shakily. “I need to know, Farrow.” He pulls back a little, his hands on my shoulders. He holds my gaze, and I search his eyes for the past. I can’t see anything beyond the present. Then he says, “I married your brother.” He pauses. “But he’d tell you that he married me.” Happiness is submerged beneath a swell of despair. “I wasn’t there.” I missed it. “No, you were there,” Farrow says, getting choked up. He clears his throat, looks to the left, then back at me. “You were in my grooms’ party. You were in the
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