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 remained beside the counter, holding the shawl against her waist.

“Are you going back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Sophie will ask where you are.”

“Then she can ask.”

My sister was getting married.

I wanted her evening to be happy.

I did not want my father’s behavior to become the event everyone discussed the next morning.