But I knew something about my husband.
If I demanded that he escort her, he would agree.
He was a dependable man who generally did what his family asked.
And that was precisely the problem.
I didn’t want Kaylee walking onto the court beside someone who had been ordered to stand there.
I wanted Travis to choose her.
After nine years together, I wanted him to recognize that he already belonged in that place.
So I remained silent.
Looking back, I don’t know whether that was entirely fair. Perhaps I should have spoken sooner.
But at the time, I wanted my husband to understand something without having it explained to him.
To understand why, you need to know about Kaylee’s biological father.
His name was Ryan.
We married when I was twenty-two, young enough to believe that love alone could solve almost anything.
When Kaylee turned four, Ryan accepted a job in the North Dakota oil fields. The salary was excellent, but the distance gradually changed everything.
