For one second, she was still my little girl.
I forgot everything else.
Then I saw Ethan.
He was standing near the front.
His eyes moved across the guests.
Stopped at the last pew.
At me.
I immediately looked down.
The velvet box pressed against my palm.
When I looked up again, Ethan had stepped away from the altar.
For one breath, I thought he was coming to ask me to leave.
I stood.
He stopped.
Then approached.