« I may be sick, Daniel. But I’m not stupid. »
I stared at her.
« Then why did you ask him to bring me here? »
She took my hand again.
« Because for two years, every time my son talked about work, your name was the only one that made him smile. »
Mr. Harrison turned as red as a tomato.
I didn’t know what to say.
Her mother closed her eyes for a moment.
Then he whispered:
« I didn’t need to see him get married. »
She shook my hand.
« All I asked was that he finally stop hiding from his own life. »
And suddenly, the fake wedding no longer seemed to be the strangest element of the evening.