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

That was what it had been before anybody redirected it.

Adrian put coffee beside us.

“Careful.

It’s hotter than it looks.”

Sophie reached for the mug anyway, then pulled her fingers back.

“You say that every time.”

“Because you touch it before I finish.”

“I’ve done it twice.”