Julian looks like the ground just disappeared under him. The shock on his face deepens, cracks wider—and he pushes back from his chair, rising to his feet before he can stop himself. My breath catches. But before anything can happen, Randal’s voice slices in, firm and controlled. “Julian. Sit down, son. There’ll be plenty of time for congratulations.” Julian doesn’t move. Shaun pulls me closer, making sure everyone sees it. “Yeah, brother. Save that energy for our wedding day.” The words lands like another blow. Julian’s throat moves as he forces it down—whatever’s trying to come out—and with visible effort, he lowers himself fully back into his seat. “Your wedding day?” a young woman’s voice pipes up from somewhere down the table. “So technically, she’s not your wife yet.” She’s got deep auburn hair, and lipstick to match, painted on like a statement. “Give it a few days,” Shaun says smoothly, guiding me toward two empty seats. We sit. Right across from Julian. And Mi
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