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ng in the vast, silent church. "... do you take

for my answer. One word. Yes. Just

d came out. My throat was c

at the edges. His grip on my hand tighten

of eyes. A low murmur started to ripple thro

me. I couldn't say it. I couldn't

ginable. My father's fury. Ford's retaliation. The

e hell that existed

ea, found its way back to the c

ike the others. He was just watching me, his expression unre

yes. No confusion. Just a cold

nd now he knew I was ab

witness to my silent

a stranger thought

him for that all-knowing gaze that mad

range, perverse strength I

t to lose. The strength of if you already

is throat, a nervous so

whisper in my ear. "Everyone's waiting, sweeth

ter, extinguishing the tiny spark

st, shuddering breath. The we

, everyone I cared about, on the f

rren

ce in his direction, then forc

ent of my stressed-out imagina

ciant, my face arranged into the pe

y to speak the words t

r-light whisper, but

st sentenced myself

e squeezed my hand, then leaned in and gave me

s applause and cheers. Camera

completely silent. I risked one fin

s empty. The