Chapter 3: The Laugh That Broke My Heart
On our wedding day, I thought their stiff smiles and embarrassed whispers would be the worst of it.
Then my father stood during the reception with a glass in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“To the couple!” he announced, already laughing at his own cruelty. “May their children be able to reach the dinner table!”
A few guests chuckled nervously.
Not because it was funny.
Because people sometimes laugh when they do not know what else to do.
My face burned. I wanted to disappear.
Jordan simply took my hand under the table and squeezed it gently.
“Don’t let it get to you,” he whispered.
But his eyes told me everything he would never say aloud.
I’m used to it.
