My stepdad, Tim, raised me since I was 8

the shift in the air, in the way people look at us. Some are confused, others are teary-eyed.

Jason meets my eyes and nods. He understands. That’s why I’m marrying him.

At the altar, Tim kisses my forehead, and I hear him whisper, “Thank you.”

“No,” I say, blinking fast. “Thank you.”

The ceremony begins again, this time with everything exactly as it should continue reading …