“Why was my daughter locked in the laundry room?”

Pamela glanced at the photographer and two bridesmaids, and lowered her voice.

“She wasn’t locked in.

I only asked her to stay somewhere quiet until we finished.” “You instructed a nine-year-old to hide during her father’s wedding.” “Please stop making it sound so cruel.

I was only trying to prevent unnecessary emotional confusion.” Hannah moved closer to my side and squeezed my fingers.

“What emotional confusion,” I asked, “could her presence possibly create?” Pamela looked toward the guests.