Back then continues…
Matthew
I nod stiffly and follow him out into the hallway, leaving Sarah sobbing on the bed. As soon as the door closes behind us, her father runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, looking suddenly older than his years.
"I don't know what to say," he begins, his voice low and strained. "I had no idea she would… Christ, Matthew, I'm sorry."
The apology catches me off guard.
"I didn't know either," I manage to say. "I just found out."
He nods. "What are you going to do?"
It's a simple question with an obvious answer, but hearing it spoken aloud makes everything suddenly, terribly real. The wedding. The guests. My family waiting downstairs, unaware that everything has fallen apart.
"I can't marry her," I say, the words tasting like ash. "I can't be with someone who would lie about something like this."
Her father's face hardens, the momentary sympathy evaporating.
