Roy had never felt stupider. The photograph looked to be from the nineties—the groom carrying his bride over ankle-deep water at a twilight beach, her train hanging just above the surf.

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Roy had never felt stupider. The photograph looked to be from the nineties—the groom carrying his bride over ankle-deep water at a twilight beach, her train hanging just above the surf.