He swallowed.
“She realized Dad was hiding the truth.”
My fingers tightened around the envelope.
The music kept playing.
Guests kept celebrating.
But suddenly the wedding didn’t matter anymore.
All I could think about was the letter my mother had written before she died.
And the reason she had waited until now for us to read it.
Because whatever Dad had been hiding…
Mom had already found out.
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