Where did you get that ring

could not tell.

“You destroyed my wedding.”

I nodded once.

“Then we’re done.”

I turned to leave.

“Wait,” my father said.

I stopped.

He faced Vivian.

“That is not an apology.”

Vivian looked stunned.

So did I.

My father’s face was pale, but his voice was firm.

“Your sister asked for an apology. If you can’t give one, she has no reason to stay.”

Vivian’s mouth tightened.continue reading …