“If they make you feel out of place, then Grandpa Sam will stand out with you.”
Patrick stood frozen at the altar, staring at Hazel as though seeing her for the first time all day because, as I’d later learn, he was. Vanessa had kept him from the bridal suite all morning, insisting on tradition and promising Hazel’s outfit would be “a surprise.”
Patrick stood frozen at the altar.
My ex-husband had frowned earlier, too, when Vanessa cut Hazel off mid-sentence at the rehearsal dinner. And again, when she’d waved away the flower girl’s basket. Small moments he’d swallowed but not forgotten, I realized now as I watched his jaw tighten.
“Someone tell me what’s going on. Right now!” Patrick boomed.
The ceremony halted. Vanessa’s composure crumbled as she stammered through excuses in front of both families, each word smaller than the last.
“Someone tell me what’s going on.”
Patrick looked at our daughter in the oversized suit, then at his father in pink, and quietly called off the wedding.
