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’m Sophie.”
“Adrian.”
“You came to get Clara?”
“If she wants to go.”
I looked at my sister.
“He’s my husband.”
She stopped moving.
The band began another song inside the ballroom, and the opening notes made the silence around us feel almost absurd.