I Arrived Early for My Sister’s Wedding Hoping No One Would Notice Me

me not to get in the background.

I thought of my father crouched beside me in that old photo, making rabbit ears.

Then I looked at her face.

His face, a little. Around the eyes.

Not much.

Enough.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

She gave a small, cracked shrug.

“Dad isn’t my dad. Mom won’t stop crying. Doug won’t answer. And I canceled a honeymoon to Italy continue reading …