” I say, my voice cracking.
His lips twitch, trying not to show the pain. “Your dad paid for everything. He said—”
“I don’t care what he said. I care what you did. You were willing to disappear for me, to make him comfortable. But that’s not how this goes.”
My heart pounds as I reach for his hand.
“Come with me.”
He pulls his hand back. “I don’t want to
ruin your day.”
“Tim,” I say, loud enough for half the church to hear, “you are part of this day. You’re part of my life.”
He hesitates, eyes searching mine like he’s looking for permission.
“You walked me through my entire childhood,” I whisper. “You deserve to walk me down the aisle.”
Behind us, my dad stiffens in the front row. His arms are crossed
