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

A fountain was too large to fit there.

I sat on the bench and checked my phone again.

Adrian had not sent another message.

He had said he was coming, and he was coming.

I did not need to keep supplying reasons for him to do it.

That steadiness reminded me of the courthouse three years earlier.

June had adjusted a small detail of my outfit, then stepped back.

Adrian had asked whether I wanted a minute before the ceremony.