It was curved, but not sharply, just enough to matter. There was no clear end point, no moment waiting for vows. Instead, it slowly turned toward a side doorway filled with light, one I’d never noticed before.
I slowed down without thinking but then my father whispered, “Keep walking.”
As we reached the doorway, the place went quiet. The guests were confused, but no one said a word.
“Love shouldn’t start with doubt,” my father said. “And it shouldn’t ask you to shrink yourself just to get through it.”
There was no drama. I just left the place and felt as free as never before, and it was all thanks to my father’s support.
