My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years

“If you turn this into another performance, I’m leaving.”

“Nobody will say anything against you now, will they?”

“They already said what they knew.

That was the point.”

He stepped toward the window, then stopped.

“What happens if I can’t do what you’re asking?”

I closed the folder.

“You’ll have to find out without my help.”