“Are they even big enough to suffocate? Maybe they’re just coughing.”He glared at himself in the long-standing mirror, turning this way and that in his all-black suit. “I look like an asshole.”“No argument there.” I stood, examining my own self in the mirror as well. My suit was identical to his, except my tie was sea green. I’d struggled all morning to contain my cowlick, but the damn thing kept popping up. I shrugged, as good as I was going to get. After all, it wasn’t my wedding. I was just the best man.He took a deep strangled breath. “Have you talked to Hillary?”I walked over to the couch in the hotel room and sat, giving my leg a break. Five years later and it still acted up on off days. I could run five miles before the pressure got too much. I could only chase Aubrey and DJ around for so long before I had to sit down. Having a one-year-old who had just discovered the wonderful world of walking was a beautiful, terrifying thing when your wounds would never fully heal.“This morning.
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