"You are sure about this?" My Dad stopped working on the finances for the garage as he looked straight at me, his dark hair had greyed at the sides. Why hadn't I noticed how much before now?
"I'm sure." I stated exasperated.
"This is marriage Sydney. It isn't something you just up and decide one day."
I sat down in front of him. We were in the tiny office at the back of the garage, I had been told by my mum to come here, apparently they were worried about me.
"I know that Dad."
"Listen to me," His voice turned stern, and I knew he wasn't happy. "A lot has happened, the attack, May dying, my heart attack, you being back here. It’s like you are running away from those things by rushing into a marriage. I'm telling you this now, getting married won't fix all of that. It's like putting a
