Maya whispered, “You’re humiliating me.”
“No,” I said. “You made up this lie. We’re just here, where it’s all collapsed.”
Maya looked at Harry.
He took a step back.
Nobody followed him.
Then Jerome carefully raised the microphone. “I think it’s time for the father-daughter dance.”
“You are humiliating me.”
Adele grabbed my hand. “You can stop wearing it now.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Well, let us help you,” Shannon said.
That’s when I broke down.
For 15 years, I thought strength meant being able to stand up for yourself.
That night, my daughters taught me that strength can have six pairs of hands.