It should have been a perfectly ordinary wedding moment, newlyweds taking pictures while friends danced inside.

Dad came out alone.

“Clara, I need two minutes,” he said.

Elise lowered her camera.

Marcus looked at me, waiting.

I decided to give Dad the two minutes, not because I owed them but because I wanted to stop wondering what he had been trying to say.

“You canceled my toast,” he began.

“Yes.”