confused.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to my dad. “I can’t.”
His jaw tightens. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t walk down this aisle pretending I’m whole when the man who raised me is watching from the shadows.”
I step back and remove my arm from his. A few gasps ripple through the room as I lift the hem of my gown and turn around.
Tim is already halfway out the
