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It was Friday morning, and Scott was standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting for Abigail to make an appearance. Wearing his best suit, he fiddled with his shirt collar, which constricted his airflow, or at least felt like it was. He had not worn one for a couple of years, not since his last show in court. His usual attire now was casual wear.
Looking at his watch, it was approaching ten. The wedding would be starting in two hours. At midday, he and Abigail would be sitting in the back row of seats on Fabiana’s side, watching their friends getting married. “Come on, Abbie, what are you doing up there?”
“And now, for your viewing pleasure,” Sara’s voice surrounded him, “I give you Abigail Bennett. Go on, Sis. He’s waiting for you down there.”
With a smile, Scott watched as Abigail
