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 could not answer immediately.

I knew what distance from Graham might feel like.

I needed to know what the city, the work, and the household we could build there would offer us beyond distance.

We walked in the botanical garden later that morning.

People read labels beside ordinary beds of flowers.

A child counting yellow blooms lost track and began again.

For a few minutes, I watched something that did not require evidence.

“I made our marriage smaller than it needed to be,” I said.