“Because there was nothing wrong with your face.”
Tears slipped down Amanda’s cheeks.
“I remember.”
“I spent years making sure you never felt like you had to hide your face,” I said. “I never thought I’d have to protect my daughter from you.”
The words hung between us.
Amanda looked down at her bouquet.
“I just wanted everything to be perfect.”
I shook my head.
“Sophie wasn’t going to ruin anything.”
Travis stepped closer to Amanda.
“Did you tell me Sophie didn’t want to come because you knew I’d disagree with your decision?”
Amanda hesitated.
Then she nodded.
“I knew you’d think I was being unreasonable.”
“Because you were.”
She wiped her face.
“Everyone has been commenting on my dress, my hair, and the decorations. I’ve spent months worrying about how everything will look. I wanted the photographs to be perfect.”
Travis’ voice softened, but his expression remained serious.
“And you decided Sophie was something that needed fixing?”
