I found him in the kitchen, staring at his phone, coffee untouched.
“Morning, Dad.”
He startled, locking the screen too quickly.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Everything okay?”
“Of course. Of course it is.”
But he wouldn’t look at me. To be honest, neither of my parents had really looked at me the same way since the engagement, not after I told them I was marrying Callum, a man they could not see past the fact that he had lost both legs while serving in the Army.
As we left for the wedding venue together, I told myself it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to steal my joy today.
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