
My Daughter Was About to Marry the Man I Trusted – Until the Best Man Handed Her a Letter and Whispered, ‘Read It and Run’
People often say a father’s proudest day is when he walks his daughter down the aisle. Maybe that’s true for some men. But as I stood in the back of the church, staring at Nicole in her white dress, I felt something heavier. Like the weight of every year we had survived together pressing down on me all at once. Nicole. My miracle, my burden, my reason for breathing. When she was only eight, we lost her mom. The doctors called it “a short illness,” but the grief that followed
 
								










 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		 
						
							
		