They had told me my sister deserved happiness.
But apparently, Amelia had been listening.
Every single word.
“Where is she?” I whispered.
“Outside the ballroom. Ryan is with her.”
I grabbed my keys.
“I’m coming.”
Twenty-eight minutes later, I arrived at the wedding venue.
I barely remembered the drive.
When I stepped inside, everything felt strangely quiet.
People were gathered in small groups, whispering.
Some looked at me.
Others immediately looked away.
I found Nora near the ballroom entrance.
She rushed toward me and grabbed my arm.
“She’s okay.”
“Is she hurt?”
“No. She’s just… angry.”
I looked through the glass doors.
And there she was.
My little girl was sitting on a stone bench in the garden, still wearing the pale blue dress my sister had chosen for her.
Beside her sat Ryan.
My ex-husband.
The man who had destroyed our family.
The man who had married my younger sister while our children were still trying to understand why their parents were no longer together.
