“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

do this here.”

“Do what?”

“Humiliate yourself.”

There it was again.

His reflex.

But this time, it didn’t land anywhere.

I opened my clutch and removed an envelope.

“Before your bride walks down the aisle,” I said, “you should read this.”

He looked at it like it was contaminated.

“What is it?”

“A wedding gift.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

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