My Daughter Told Me Not to Attend Her Wedding Because I Would Embarrass Her—But When the Groom Saw Me Holding a Pearl Locket, He Walked Away From the Altar

Helen was occupied.

I could leave the box at the office.

But the office was locked.

I could put it with the flowers.

That seemed careless.

I checked my phone.

No messages from Lauren.

At one thirty-five, Helen hurried past.

“I’m sorry.

I haven’t forgotten.”

“It’s all right.”

“Can you wait a few more minutes?”

I looked toward the parking lot.

I should have said no.