weren’t family.”
I studied her face.
“I am family.”
“I know.”
“If you and Grant decide to work through this, make sure you remember that.”
“I will.”
I didn’t hug her.
Not yet.
Some hurt requires more than one apology.
Grant and I walked outside together.
When we reached my car, he stopped and looked back at the reception hall.
“Do you think I ruined my wedding?”
I unlocked the car.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“I think you finally showed up for it.”
His eyes filled again.
Then he
