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<\/p>\nAn hour before my wedding, my eleven-year-old daughter changed out of the lavender dress we\u2019d chosen together and whispered, \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mom. You deserve a real family.\u201d For six months, she\u2019d practiced walking me down the aisle. She\u2019d even worn her new shoes around the house to avoid stumbling. I assumed she was nervous. Then she revealed what my fianc\u00e9 had told her.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I understood why she\u2019d been unusually quiet all morning. My name is Paige. I\u2019m thirty-eight, and until that Saturday, I believed I was marrying someone who loved both my daughter and me. I found June sitting quietly on a chair in the bridal suite. Her lavender dress was neatly draped over its back. She wore the blue sundress she\u2019d arrived in, her hair still curled from our morning appointment. \u201cSweetheart?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhy did you change?\u201d She lowered her gaze. \u201cI don\u2019t think I want to walk with you anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled, assuming I understood. \u201cAre you nervous about everyone watching?\u201d She shrugged. \u201cWe can practice again. Or I\u2019ll hold your hand the entire way. You know that.\u201d \u201cMom, it\u2019s okay.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s okay?\u201d \u201cYou can walk alone.\u201d Something in her voice made my smile disappear. For months, June had been more excited about the wedding than I was.<\/p>\n
When I announced Colin\u2019s proposal, she\u2019d hugged me so tightly I nearly dropped the ring box.<\/p>\n
Her first question was whether she could participate in the ceremony.<\/p>\n
I told her I wanted her beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead of Grandpa?\u201d she\u2019d asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead of anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
She considered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we\u2019re both getting married?\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019d laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly. But we\u2019re becoming a bigger family together.\u201d<\/p>\n
June had smiled all evening.<\/p>\n
She helped select flowers, insisted on vanilla cake instead of lemon, and spent an entire Saturday finding a comfortable lavender dress.<\/p>\n
Three weeks earlier, she\u2019d practiced walking down our hallway while humming the wedding music.<\/p>\n
Now she stared at that same dress as though wanting to wear it had been a mistake.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune, look at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She raised her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid something happen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid someone say something?\u201d<\/p>\n
She twisted her fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cColin said it might be better.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I sat with the other children.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he suggest that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said weddings should focus on the bride and groom. And this is your opportunity to start a new family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re starting a new family. All three of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
But her voice suggested otherwise.<\/p>\n
I sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune, you\u2019re my daughter. You never need permission to belong at my wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are we discussing this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears gathered in her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Colin said his family might feel uncomfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cUncomfortable about what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout me standing up there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I\u2019m from when you were married to Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n
June continued quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t say it was wrong. He said some people are traditional and might find it strange if your daughter from your previous marriage stood between you and your new husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he say this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Five days earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked me not to make a big deal about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you were already stressed and it would be a nice surprise if I let you enjoy your special day.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just wanted you to be happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around her.<\/p>\n
She leaned into me, trembling slightly.<\/p>\n
After holding her close, I asked the question I feared most.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Colin tell you I wanted you to step aside?\u201d<\/p>\n
June hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered, \u201cHe said you probably wouldn\u2019t tell me because you wouldn\u2019t want to hurt my feelings.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said sometimes children need to understand what adults want without making them feel guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, that isn\u2019t true.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he said you might cancel the wedding if I told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked directly at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you\u2019d be upset and feel forced to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChoose what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetween me and him.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, only the air conditioner filled the silence.<\/p>\n
Then someone knocked.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige?\u201d Laurel, our wedding coordinator, called. \u201cCan I have a minute? We need to confirm the final processional.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at the lavender dress.<\/p>\n
Then at June.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay here with Aunt Renee for a minute, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
My best friend Renee sat near the window, watching with an expression I\u2019d never seen before.<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
I stood, smoothed my wedding gown, and opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaurel,\u201d I said, \u201cI need the ceremony schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. Colin sent the final version Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Monday.<\/p>\n
The same day he\u2019d spoken to June.<\/p>\n
Laurel handed me a clipboard.<\/p>\n
One glance at the first page made my stomach sink.<\/p>\n
2:00 PM \u2014 Ceremony begins.<\/p>\n
2:04 PM \u2014 Flower girl enters: Harper.<\/p>\n
2:06 PM \u2014 Bride enters alone.<\/p>\n
I read that last line twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlone?\u201d<\/p>\n
Laurel checked the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s June?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cColin said she\u2019d decided not to participate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never decided that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laurel appeared confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you\u2019d discussed it together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
The ceremony seating chart showed Colin\u2019s parents in the front row.<\/p>\n
My mother and brother were seated across the aisle.<\/p>\n
June wasn\u2019t listed.<\/p>\n
I finally found her on the reception chart.<\/p>\n
Table twelve.<\/p>\n
The children\u2019s table.<\/p>\n
At the back, beside the garden doors.<\/p>\n
I faced Laurel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is my daughter at the children\u2019s table?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColin thought she\u2019d be happier sitting with Harper and the others.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarper is eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune is eleven. She\u2019s supposed to sit with me at the reception.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laurel pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Paige. I believed you\u2019d approved these changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached for her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can show you the email.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened a message from Monday evening.<\/p>\n
Sender: Colin.<\/p>\n
Subject: Final Ceremony Adjustments.<\/p>\n
I read it in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Hi Laurel,<\/p>\n
Paige and I discussed everything. June has decided she\u2019d prefer attending as a regular guest, so please remove her from the processional.<\/p>\n
Harper will remain the flower girl, and Paige will enter alone.<\/p>\n
Please adjust the seating arrangements and photography schedule. Paige already has plenty to handle, so direct any remaining questions to me.<\/p>\n
Thanks, Colin.<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the attached photography schedule.<\/p>\n
Originally, I\u2019d requested a photograph of the three of us immediately after the ceremony.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d also requested one of June and me holding hands beneath the garden arch.<\/p>\n
Both were missing from the revised list.<\/p>\n
There were photographs of Colin and me.<\/p>\n
Photographs with his parents.<\/p>\n
Photographs with his younger sister Beth and her family.<\/p>\n
Even a separate picture of Colin with Harper.<\/p>\n
Nothing specifically featuring June.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he remove the photographs too?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Laurel checked her screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe he sent the revised schedule to the photographer.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Colin and I had been together three years.<\/p>\n
He was forty-one, managed a busy auto repair shop, and always seemed dependable.<\/p>\n
One winter, when my car broke down, he\u2019d driven forty minutes to collect June from school.<\/p>\n
When she wanted to ride without training wheels, he\u2019d spent two Saturdays running alongside her bicycle.<\/p>\n
Last spring, he\u2019d taken an afternoon off to attend her school musical.<\/p>\n
June had saved him a seat beside me.<\/p>\n
She\u2019d even asked whether he wanted her to call him Dad someday.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d told her she could call him whatever felt comfortable.<\/p>\n
That response had made me love him more.<\/p>\n
At least, that\u2019s what I\u2019d believed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaurel, who chose Harper as flower girl?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColin suggested it while we finalized the revisions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he explain why June wasn\u2019t participating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said she was nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNervous?\u201d<\/p>\n
Laurel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she didn\u2019t want everyone\u2019s attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered June practicing in our hallway, counting steps and wondering when she should smile as we approached the altar.<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t nervous.<\/p>\n
She was proud.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you send me those emails?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the original schedule?\u201d<\/p>\n
Laurel opened another file.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Bride escorted by daughter, June.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was a note I\u2019d personally written.<\/p>\n
Mother and daughter enter together. No separate bridal escort.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d included that because June worried about knowing when to release my hand.<\/p>\n
I remembered reassuring her, \u201cWhenever you\u2019re ready, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Now someone had erased her role entirely.<\/p>\n
Laurel looked troubled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have confirmed everything directly with you. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not completely, anyway. She\u2019d trusted the man who was about to become my husband.<\/p>\n
So had I.<\/p>\n
From the bridal suite, I heard Renee chuckle softly at something June said.<\/p>\n
My daughter was pretending everything was normal.<\/p>\n
Trying not to spoil my wedding.<\/p>\n
I returned the clipboard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Colin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the groom\u2019s room, down the hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n
I headed toward it.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige?\u201d Laurel called.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like me to restore June to the processional?\u201d<\/p>\n
Through the partly open bridal suite door, I could see the lavender dress.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time that morning, I\u2019d spoken with complete certainty about how uncertain I felt.<\/p>\n
Colin stood before a mirror, straightening his tie.<\/p>\n
His best man, Marcus, sat on the couch.<\/p>\n
Both were laughing when I entered.<\/p>\n
Colin turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey! You\u2019re not supposed to see me before the ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus, could you give us a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in my voice made Marcus stand immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped past me and shut the door.<\/p>\n
Colin smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you change the ceremony schedule?\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell Laurel that June no longer wanted to walk with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at the screen, then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige, you\u2019re misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune seemed uncomfortable with the attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s practiced walking down that aisle for six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren change their minds.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot without a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
He adjusted his collar.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen, I spoke to her. Nothing more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she didn\u2019t need to participate if she wasn\u2019t comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell her your family would feel uncomfortable seeing my daughter in the ceremony?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colin froze.<\/p>\n
For the first time, he stopped forcing a smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige, my parents are traditional.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re from another generation. They have certain expectations about weddings and marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother gave June a birthday present last month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re turning this into something bigger than necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it would be nice if the ceremony focused on us. Our marriage. Our future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune is part of our future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cObviously.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why exclude her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not excluded. She\u2019s attending.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the children\u2019s table.\u201d<\/p>\n
He avoided my eyes.<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou removed my daughter from the ceremony, seated her at the back, and erased her from the photography schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are practical arrangements.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made her believe I didn\u2019t want her beside me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what she understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she misunderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
His response came so quickly that I almost overlooked what was happening.<\/p>\n
He was placing responsibility on an eleven-year-old for interpreting his words exactly as he\u2019d intended.<\/p>\n
I showed him the email.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told Laurel that June voluntarily stepped aside and that I\u2019d agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colin examined the message.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were overwhelmed. You worked late all week, the florist changed delivery times, and your mother kept calling about seating. I was handling things for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy being dishonest?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy making a decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige, can we not argue about this now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause we\u2019re getting married in forty-five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you need to tell me the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward the door.<\/p>\n
After several seconds, he sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents weren\u2019t happy about June escorting you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they actually say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey thought it was unusual.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColin.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew they\u2019d ask questions. I didn\u2019t want today to revolve around your previous marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I struggled to believe him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune isn\u2019t my previous marriage. She\u2019s my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you treating me like I\u2019ve done something terrible? I\u2019ve done everything possible for that child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name is June.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know her name!\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice rose unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
Silence followed.<\/p>\n
He lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I love June. But I love you too, and wanting one day focused on us shouldn\u2019t be wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter walking beside me wouldn\u2019t take anything away from our wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you at least consider my perspective?\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied the man I intended to marry.<\/p>\n
The man who\u2019d once driven across town at ten at night to retrieve June\u2019s forgotten science project from my mother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
The man who\u2019d promised he couldn\u2019t wait to join our family.<\/p>\n
Now he spoke about June as though she were an inconvenience he\u2019d generously endured.<\/p>\n
I asked another question.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you ask her not to tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colin looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t want her worrying you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked my daughter to hide something from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t a serious secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made her believe I\u2019d have to choose between you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said you might overreact. And frankly, you\u2019re proving my point.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
Then he said something I\u2019d remember long afterward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to start thinking like husband and wife Paige. Not like it\u2019ll always be you and June against everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing. Forget it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
He inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think marriage should give us room to build our own life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already have a life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne where everything revolves around June.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd someday she won\u2019t be. She\u2019ll grow up, move away, and it\u2019ll just be us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He spoke as though explaining an obvious fact.<\/p>\n
As though my daughter were a temporary complication we merely needed to outgrow.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cHave you discussed any of this with her?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiscussed what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaking more room for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He remained silent.<\/p>\n
I realized there was more.<\/p>\n
\u201cColin.\u201d<\/p>\n
He checked the clock.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else have you told June?\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we get through today first? We\u2019ll discuss family arrangements afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d been making decisions involving my child.<\/p>\n
Without consulting me.<\/p>\n
And now he expected me to marry him before learning what else he\u2019d planned.<\/p>\n
I left before saying something I might regret.<\/p>\n
My wedding gown brushed the hallway wall as I walked.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t have a plan.<\/p>\n
Only the painful certainty that I couldn\u2019t stand at the altar promising to trust someone who\u2019d admitted he didn\u2019t want my daughter beside me.<\/p>\n
When I reached the bridal suite, Renee stood near the entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaige?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s June?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe went for water.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
June was approaching from the opposite end of the hallway.<\/p>\n
She looked pale.<\/p>\n
She stopped when she noticed me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hurried over.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward Colin\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach sank.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did you hear?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, she grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t cancel the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll do whatever he wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoever wants?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can sit in the back. Or Dad can take me home if that\u2019s better.\u201d<\/p>\n
I crouched carefully, keeping my gown beneath me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you go home with Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Colin said married people need time together.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said after you get married, I could stay with Dad more weekends. Then you and Colin would have more time alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say I wanted that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you might be afraid to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart sank.<\/p>\n
My daughter had been carrying this worry for days.<\/p>\n
Possibly longer.<\/p>\n
And I\u2019d known nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune, listen carefully. Nobody has discussed changing where you live or how often you visit Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Colin said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColin was mistaken.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked worried.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t be angry with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he\u2019ll be your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t give him permission to say things that upset you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lip trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t trying to be unkind. He said it\u2019s something grown-up families have to work out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gently squeezed her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like more time at Dad\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t want you thinking I\u2019m leaving because I don\u2019t like Colin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d never believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are you upset?\u201d<\/p>\n
How could I explain?<\/p>\n
How could I help her understand that someone I\u2019d trusted had been encouraging her to make herself less important?<\/p>\n
Behind us, someone called Laurel\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
A door opened.<\/p>\n
Guests chatted inside the chapel.<\/p>\n
June suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tears streamed down her cheeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t lose him because of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hugged her closely.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, you\u2019ve done absolutely nothing wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you were so happy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you said we\u2019d become a family of three.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back and gently wiped her cheeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune, look at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and I are already a family. We\u2019ve always been one.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd getting married will never change that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the chapel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you still marrying him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
Not because I was uncertain.<\/p>\n
But because I finally understood how much damage I might cause by continuing with the wedding.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Renee had joined us.<\/p>\n
She watched silently.<\/p>\n
I faced her.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould you bring June\u2019s lavender dress?\u201d<\/p>\n
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