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“Allergies.”

“In January?”

“Seasonal trauma.”

Clay shoves him into the hall.

I let Cami go last.

Her fingers linger around my wrist, just beneath the nineteen.

Then the door closes between us.

We don’t see the dress until she walks down the aisle.

That ends up being the right choice.

When the doors open, everything in the room changes.

Griffin stops breathing.

Actually stops.

I hear it beside me.

I’m standing with him and Ronan while, across the aisle, Clay waits near the front after finishing whatever last Man of Honor duties Cami assigned him. Dex stands beside Clay in a suit he has somehow managed to wear correctly.

For once.

Cami’s father walks her toward us.

Toward Griffin.

But her eyes move.

That’s what gets me.

She looks at Griffin first.

Of course she does.

Then me.

Ronan.

Dex.

One at a time.

No one gets skipped.

No one gets hidden.

Her smile shakes.

So does mine.

Cami's sister sent her well wishes, but didn't make it today.