The wedding was intimate—just close friends, a few relatives, and a breeze that seemed to whisper promises of a new beginning. Amber had never felt so sure of anything in her life. No cold feet, no lingering doubts. Just peace. It was the kind of wedding that didn’t need extravagance to feel sacred.
That night, after the guests had gone home and the candles had burned low, Amber changed into a soft cotton robe and stepped into their bedroom with a smile. She was ready to begin this new chapter with the man she adored.
Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his back to her. His voice was low, almost like a whisper—but every word pierced the air.
“I wish you could see this, Stace… The day was perfect. I just wish you were here.”
Amber froze.
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