Then I showed the ring on my finger.
« Oh Tai? »
« My grandmother’s ring. My mother gave it to me many years ago. She wants to see it on the finger of the woman I’m supposed to marry. »
I looked at the pastor.
« So there really won’t be a wedding? »
Mr. Harrison hesitated.
That silence told me everything.
I stepped back.
« No. »
“Emma—”
« No. Not really. »
« My mother asked Pastor Keller if he could say a short blessing. Nothing legal. No paperwork. No marriage certificate. Just words. »
« You brought me here without telling me anything, you threatened my job, and you expected me to attend some kind of sham wedding? »
His face darkened.
“You feel.”
« I know I’m right. »
« I panicked. »
« That’s not an excuse. »
« No. »
