At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
“I know.”
I kissed her forehead.
“Go on your honeymoon.”
“But you?”
“I’m going to be fine.”
“Do you mean that?”
For once, yes.
“I do.”