Downstairs, the house began to stir, the sound of footsteps and voices breaking the morning calm.
My heart pounded as I dressed, choosing clothes that felt more like armor than attire.
The hallway was quiet, the air thick with anticipation.
As I descended the stairs, I felt the weight of expectations pressing down, threatening to crush me.
The family was gathered, their eyes following me as I entered the room.
My husband’s eldest sibling sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable.
I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
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