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Chapter Forty-One
I felt dazed as I walked out through the back of the house and into the gardens, hanging on the arm of this tall, strange man who was my father. It was like being in a strange dream where all sorts of impossible, fairy tale things can happen. In my head I was thinking... I have a father. Byron and Wyatt went ahead of us and took their place at the front of the assembly. They looked so handsome and regal, it took my breath away. How incredible to think that they were standing there, their hands clasped behind their backs, waiting for me. For me? And all these people, sitting in rows and rows of folding chairs bedecked with ribbons and tiger lilies? They were waiting for me too. I swallowed nervously and felt my hands beginning to sweat as old fears and doubts assaulted me. Jus
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