CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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KNOX I cried through the whole ceremony. I want to be accurate about that. Not the tasteful-single-tear version but the actual version, which involved Grayson passing me a handkerchief about halfway through Riley's vows and me using it without shame because there are things that are bigger than your dignity and this was one of them. The vows she'd written were — I don't know how to describe what it is to hear someone you hurt very badly enumerate, in front of witnesses, the exact nature of what was broken and the exact nature of what was rebuilt. The blood-red dress and the shoebox. The kitchen floor. The bikes and the road and the barn in Utah, which she referenced without explaining and which nobody else in the field needed explained. She said: "You were seventeen and you were clumsy

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