My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years
“Yes.”
“So did I.”
I looked through the windshield at the building ahead.
The realization was painful because it did not involve a ridiculous lie anybody should have spotted immediately.
Graham had handled those arrangements for years.
He sounded certain.
His office was the contact point people were accustomed to using.
A false statement did not need to be dramatic to travel efficiently.