Maya whispered, “You’re humiliating me.”
“No,” I said. “You built this lie. We’re just standing where it collapsed.”
Maya looked at Harry.
He stepped back.
Nobody followed.
Then Jerome lifted the microphone carefully. “I think it’s time for the father-daughter dance.”
“You’re humiliating me.”
Adele took my hand. “You can stop carrying it now.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Then let us help,” Shannon said.
That’s when I broke.
For 15 years, I thought strength meant standing alone.
That night, my daughters showed me strength could have six sets of hands.