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

I thanked her.

She lingered by the doorway.

“I don’t know how to do this without making another mistake.”

“Ask.”

She nodded.

“If Graham tells me something about you?”

“You can ask me whether it’s true.”

“If you don’t answer straightaway?”