After the man had been taken away, it was time to head toward the main occasion, my father leading me with a firm yet protective grip as we prepared to receive our guest.
Though I forced myself to focus on the gathering ahead, a sense of restlessness gnawed at me, a prickling sensation in my chest that I couldn't quite place.
Could it be about my husband? No, my ex-husband now, as my father had emphatically declared that our relationship had ended.
I cast a furtive glance in his direction, trying to discern whether he truly meant it or if it was merely a threat veiled in paternal authority.
It felt bewildering; I was supposed to have some say in my own life, especially in matters of the heart. I longed to understand that man, to unravel the confusion that lingered between us all.
