If you have something to say about it, say it to me later.

This is their wedding.”

Dad blinked at the uncomplicated statement.

Perhaps he had expected a confrontation.

Frank merely adjusted the cuff of his jacket, and asked Elise which side of the tree she wanted the family to stand on.

When Elise called for photographs, I reached for Marcus.

My father was still standing there.

I didn’t exclude him from every photograph.