“But I will not apologize for loving the woman who sat with me when the bank letters came. I will not apologize for the woman who kept your mother’s roses alive. I will not apologize for marrying Ruth.”
Diane’s head snapped up.
“Marrying?”
Mark stared.
Claire whispered, “You’re getting married?”
Ruth reached for my hand under the table.
I took it.
“Yes,” continue reading …