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

She listened without interrupting.

Then she asked whether I wanted her to leave.

“In a few minutes.

We have things to finish today.”

“All right.”

The answer did not come with a complaint about how short the visit was or a hint that I had disappointed her.

We talked briefly about something practical, and she left when she said she would.

After the door closed, Sophie looked at me.