Sandy

“And instead of him finding me less incredibile as time wore on, he’d asked me to marry him. Which for a woman in the Parker family was as rare as knowing for certain who your father was. So as I walked in on Sam’s arm, as ready as I’d ever be to take my wedding vows, I should have felt like a mountain climber finally bursting onto a craggy peak after years of standing at the bottom, asking, ‘How the hell do I get up there?’ Instead I felt more like a failed football manager carrying the weight of the fans’ woes upon him. I tried to catch Francesca’s eye as I came down the aisle. I wanted to show her I understood, that it wouldn’t be as bad as she feared; that we could make this work. But she refused to look up, her teenage face pointed to the floor, her body locked in a fragile battle between antagonism and anguish. I wanted to pause, to ask the tiny”
― Kerry Fisher, The Silent Wife