“That would be helpful.”
Then, as though he had been waiting to reveal one final piece of information, Nathan said, “I practiced with Dad.”
I pulled away.
“What?”
“For your wedding.”
“You practiced walking me down the aisle with Dad?”
Nathan shrugged.
“A long time ago.”
Apparently, years earlier, Dad had joked that whenever I finally got married, Nathan would have to stay nearby and make sure Dad didn’t trip over his own shoes.
They had actually practiced.
The two of them.
Without ever telling me.
I started crying harder.
Nathan’s expression immediately turned worried.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?”
I wiped my cheeks and laughed.
“Apparently, this is what brides do.”
He considered this explanation for a moment.
Then he nodded.
“Okay.”
And just like that, the question that had hurt too much for me to answer for almost a year was settled.
