My Stepson Pulled Me Aside Before The Wedding And Whispered, “Don’t Marry My Dad” — Then He Slipped Something Into My Hand That Changed Everything

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“Hey,” he muttered.

I smiled automatically. “Hey yourself. You okay?”

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

Something in his voice made my stomach tighten immediately.

I followed him down the hallway and out toward the quiet stone patio behind the garden.

The wedding music drifted faintly in the distance.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

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