Since then, he confessed, he spoke to Stacy in quiet moments. On her birthday. On holidays. On days when the house felt too quiet. And now, on his wedding night—a day he had always imagined sharing with her.
Amber was stunned. Not by anger, not by betrayal—but by the depth of a pain he had never spoken about. The weight of it. The way he had carried it silently, gently, like something fragile and sacred.
And she took his hand.
“You Don’t Have to Carry This Alone”
“I’m not scared of your grief,” Amber whispered, squeezing his fingers. “You’re not broken. You’re a father who lost his child. And you’re still loving her the only way you know how.”
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