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The silk of my tie felt like a noose. I stood in the hallway mirror, trying to see the man your family would meet—not Maria’s nervous nephew, but your future husband. Our engagement was a secret until tonight, a fact complicated by decades of friendship between our mothers. My earliest memory of you is a blur of sun-bleached hair and the gritty feel of wet sand between our fingers as we built a fortress against the tide. The chime of the doorbell scattered the memory. I took a breath and opened the door. Your mother, Clara, pulled me into a hug that smelled of gardenias and home. 'He’s a man now,' my aunt announced, her pride thick in the air. During dinner, amid the clatter of forks and the warm drift of Spanish, I told the story of the crab that invaded our picnic. Your laughter w…