of them.
“This is my wedding gift. Open it later. It’s private.”
Jason nodded, stunned.
Ruth faced the room one last time.
“I won’t celebrate a family image built on one child’s sacrifice. Emily is not invisible. And she is not an ATM.”
She set down the microphone and walked away.
No one spoke.
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