When we reached Jerome, he looked at Adele like he understood what she'd survived without making her explain it.
The officiant asked who presented her.
"You're squeezing my hand, Dad."
I opened my mouth.
Adele squeezed my arm. "The man who raised me does."
The room murmured.
I kissed her cheek and stepped back.
Maya wasn't smiling anymore.
Adele squeezed my arm.
***
For an hour, I let the wedding be beautiful. Jerome cried before Adele did. Mia cried with both of them. Lucille passed her a tissue without looking away from Maya.
Then I heard Maya near Harry's family.
"I wanted to be there," she said. "Of course I did. But Robert made things difficult."
Harry nodded. "Maya tried for years. He kept the girls isolated."
A woman beside him stared at me.
Maya sighed. "You don't know what it does to a mother to be kept from her babies."
