“Fifteen years of parenting will do that.”
Harry shifted behind her.
Maya’s smile stiffened. “Don’t start today.”
Maya touched Adele’s cheek.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“This is Adele’s wedding.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You always were good at making yourself look noble.”
My jaw clenched.
Adele caught my eye over Maya’s shoulder.
Not yet.
So I held back the reply I wanted to give.
“This is Adele’s wedding.”
The ceremony began shortly after. Adele hooked her arm through mine, and for a moment I saw that girl from the stairs all over again.
“You’re squeezing my hand, Dad,” she whispered.
The doors opened, and the room rose to its feet.
When we reached Jerome, he looked at Adele with an understanding of what she’d endured, without needing her to spell it out.
The officiant asked who was giving her away.
