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Sara
I’m still shaking as I emerge from my bedroom, clutching Danny’s phone in one hand and smoothing the soft lace of the dress with the other.
“I’m ready to go, Mom,” I tell her when she rises from the couch, clearly surprised to see me.
“Are you sure? Darling, you look really pale.”
“No, I’m fine, Mom.” I manage a small smile. “The medication is finally kicking in.”
My mom returned with the medicine just as I was coming out of the bathroom after being sick, so I immediately took a couple of pills and told her I had to lie down for a few minutes. I thought she’d accepted that explanation, but as her eyebrows pull together, I know I was just fooling myself.
Mom knows me far too well.
“Sara, darling… you know you don’t have to go through with it, right?” she says, stopping in fr
