I looked at him in Dad’s cufflinks.
“You look like Dad.”
Nathan touched one cufflink gently.
“I know.”
The music began outside.
His entire posture changed.
He straightened his shoulders.
Then he held out his arm.
“Ready?”
I took a shaky breath.
“No.”
Nathan frowned.
“That’s not right.”
I laughed through my tears.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
He nodded approvingly.
“Good.”
The church doors opened.
One hundred and forty guests rose to their feet.
At the end of the aisle, Daniel waited for me.
Mom was already crying in the front pew.
Margaret sat two seats away.
I saw all of them.
Then I stopped seeing anyone except Nathan.
He took his first step.
“One,” he whispered.
Another.
“Two.”
Another.
“Three.”
I tightened my hand around his arm.
He glanced at me anxiously.
“Too fast?”
“No.”
He nodded.
“I practiced.”
“I know you did.”
We continued.
Slowly.
Carefully.
