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

PART 2 — My Husband

While I waited, a guest came through the corridor and stopped when she recognized me.

“I hope you’re not upset,” she said.

I looked at the towel in my hands.

“I’m wet.”

“I know.

Your father can be a little much.”

The phrase sounded forgiving.