Adrienne. I was at the kitchen table with a mug that said World’s Best Dad in faded blue letters, a Father’s Day gift from when Liam was ten. The handle had a crack I kept meaning to glue.
“Garrett,” Adrienne said warmly, “I wanted to reach out personally. I know Liam told you about the wedding, and I hope you’re not upset. We really did keep it very continue reading …