I saw the little scar on Marcus’s thumb from the summer he repaired my greenhouse door.
I saw the faint crease near his eyes when he tried not to cry.
I saw Frank standing beside his wife, Ellen, with one hand pressed to his chest.
And I understood that the empty place my father had created was not empty at all.
It had simply revealed who had already been standing beside me.
When the officiant pronounced us married, the barn erupted in
