“Thanks, Vic,” Mikey replies, dropping a kiss to my hand before releasing it and shaking my father’s hand. “Thanks for giving me my life back.”
It may not have been the wedding little girls dream of, but it was perfect. I became Mrs. Michael Valente Jr. in Otisville prison, in the eyes of God and in front of the people I loved most in the world.
And my dad gave my hand to the man he trusted to take care of me for the rest of my life.
He got his peace of mind.
And I got my dream come true.
That was our final goodbye.
A day I’ll remember for all of eternity.