“Two years ago.”

He nodded.

“He’s good with his hands.”

“He shows up,” I said, and immediately wished I hadn’t phrased it like a challenge.

But Dad only lowered his eyes.

“I owe you an apology,” he said.

I waited.

“I promised I’d walk you down the aisle, and I broke that promise because I was afraid Vanessa would stop bringing the children around.