“Help me.”
Wedding morning.
Thomas looked like a shadow of himself in a suit.
I fixed his tie.
He whispered, “Help me.”
“Always,” I said.
“Is everything okay?”
He looked at me. “Promise I’ll walk her?”
I swallowed. “Promise.”
At the church, Emily waited in white.
Jake stood up front, nervous as a kid.
He leaned toward me. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “Just smile. Trust me.”
“You okay?”
Carol whispered, “We’re on your timing.”
Thomas sat in the side room, sipping water like it was medicine.
Emily knelt in front of him.
“Dad,” she whispered.
“Em,” he whispered back.
“You okay?”
“Ready,” he lied.
Emily took his arm.
He tried to stand. I steadied him.
He steadied himself.
“Ready?” he asked.
Emily nodded. “Ready.”
The doors opened.
Music started.
The music stopped.
Emily took his arm.
They stepped into the aisle.
Guests turned. Phones rose.
They walked. Step. Step.
Halfway down—
The music stopped.
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