I was only moments away from marrying the man I loved when my father suddenly stopped beside me. One terrified expression on his face destroyed everything I thought I understood.
I always imagined my wedding day ending in happy tears, never heartbreak. More than anything else, I wanted my father, Daniel, to walk me down the aisle.
Dad raised me on his own after my mother left when I was still very young. He learned how to braid my hair before school, worked exhausting night shifts, and stayed awake beside me whenever I was sick.
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