I Had My Biker Father Arrested at My Wedding So He Couldn’t Harm My Reputation

holding my hand so tight his knuckles went white. I remember him not crying until everyone left.

And I remember the ring.

She wore a plain gold band. Nothing fancy. Dad couldn’t afford fancy back then. But she loved that ring like it was carved from a star. She kissed it when she was nervous. She spun it on her finger when she was thinking. It was part continue reading …