“And you’re still Mom’s sister?”Track Pregnancy
Lina lowered her eyes.
For the first time since the affair began, she looked ashamed.
She didn’t have an answer.
When we returned to the ballroom, everyone became silent.
My daughter walked beside me, holding that tiny candle against her chest.
Ryan followed behind us.
The ceremony had been interrupted, and now more than a hundred guests were watching.
My mother stepped forward.
“Annie, please. Don’t make this worse.”
I looked at her.
“I didn’t do anything.”
She glanced at Amelia.
“This is supposed to be a happy day.”
Amelia looked at her grandmother.
Then she said quietly:
“You told Mom that family supports family.”
My mother’s face froze.
Amelia continued:
“Why didn’t you support her?”
Nobody moved.
My mother had no answer.
Not one.
The same woman who had spent months telling me to accept my sister’s happiness suddenly couldn’t even look me in the eyes.
