Lena denied it. My father looked at her—and stepped back.
“Oh God,” he said. “It’s true.”
The officiant lowered his hands.
“I can’t do this,” my dad said.
Lena whispered, “This was supposed to be my chance.”
“Oh God,” he said. “It’s true.”
The officiant lowered his hands.
“I can’t do this,” my dad said.
Lena whispered, “This was supposed to be my chance.”