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 haven’t agreed to ignore anything,” I said.

Graham’s smile remained, but his eyes moved to the cover.

Later, Elaine followed me into the kitchen.

“He’s trying.”

“He might be.”

“He’s been different since Saturday.”

“I noticed.”

I rinsed a plate and set it beside the sink.