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

Tomorrow, I would see what my sister had actually sent.

Tonight, I let someone take me home without pretending I needed to earn the care.

PART 4 — The Address He Had Chosen

The next morning, Adrian found me at the kitchen table in our Hartford apartment, holding an empty mug.

He filled it before sitting down.

“Coffee first.”

“I don’t need coffee.”

“You’ve been carrying that mug for ten minutes.”