I hung up.
Graham reached across the table and covered my hand with his.
“I didn’t want to ruin the day,” he said. “But I couldn’t let you walk into this marriage blind.”
I stared at our hands, unable to speak. I’d spent nine years believing my parents were just overprotective, never realizing I’d been making excuses for people who had ruined Graham’s family.
I looked up at him, my eyes burning.
“I’m so sorry.”
Graham gently shook his head.
“You brought him here?”
“None of this was ever your fault.”
“Take me to their house.”
“Are you sure?”
“Right now.”
I was still in my wedding dress when I rang the doorbell. My father opened it and his face drained of color.
“You brought him here?” he said.
I pushed past him and set the box on the dining room table.
“Explain this.”
