Troubled, I watched the car drive away.
Avery squeezed me again. “Don’t worry too much about Harper,” she said reasonably. “She’s a grown woman now. She can handle her own relationship.”
I sighed. “You’re right, I know she can.” I sighed and turned away from the parking lot. I knew I had to stop interfering with Harper. I should let her be free and focus on my own crap.
Like how I ended up watching Avery try on dress after dress. We’d come to grab a dress for Harper’s wedding since I invited her to join me this morning. She insisted on coming here today, and since the whole point of inviting her was to get Harper off my mind, I’d agreed.
Finding my adopted daughter cowering in the dressing room was not what I expected. But Avery didn’t seem thrilled to find me giving someone else in
