Daniel reached for me.
This time I let him.
After a moment, I whispered, “Nathan cannot find out.”
“He won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
That mattered more than winning an argument.
Nathan had spent almost a year trying to understand life without Dad.
He did not need to know that someone considered his face unsuitable for wedding photographs.
That night, I barely slept.
But sometime around three in the morning, lying beside Daniel and staring into the darkness, an idea came to me.
I wasn’t going to fight Margaret.
I was going to do something else entirely.
Part 3 — The Secret Change
The next morning, I called our wedding photographer.
Her name was Lena.
“I need to make a change,” I told her. “And I need it kept quiet. Especially from Daniel’s mother.”
There was a short pause.
“All right. What do you need?”
“Another photographer.”
“We already have a second shooter.”
