“Mia.”
“What?”
“If you start feeling dizzy, weak, anything—”
“I stop.”
“If the baby needs you—”
“I leave.”
“If Ryan provokes you—”
“He will.”
“Then?”
I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Then I remember that the opposite of love isn’t hate.”
“What is it?”
“Indifference.”
Naomi smiled faintly.
“Eleanor used to say that.”
“I know.”
The bridal floor was chaos.
Florists carrying white roses.
Makeup artists.
Photographers.
Catering staff.
Wedding planners with headsets.
No one stopped me.
Why would they?
I was dressed well.
Calm.
Carrying a leather folder.
People assume confidence is permission.
Dr. Evelyn Sloane stood near a window outside the bridal suite drinking champagne.
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