My family laughed when I arrived alone at my sister’s wedding, and my father made sure everyone heard him say, “She couldn’t even find a date.” A few minutes later, after he shoved me into the fountain and the applause finally faded, I looked him straight in the eye. “Remember this moment.” Because the secret I had protected for three years was already walking toward the ballroom doors.
PART 1: The Fountain
My father made four hundred wedding guests laugh at me, then pushed me into a fountain and expected me to disappear quietly.
For thirty-two years, my family treated me like the difficult, lonely older daughter whose main purpose was making my younger sister, Sophie, look brighter. Her lavish wedding was supposed to be one more night of me smiling through it.
