The Wedding Felt Like a Fairytale — Until Dad Grabbed My Hand and Whispered, “Get in the Car, Now”

The bells had only just faded when we arrived at the reception hall. Golden light poured across the tables, champagne glasses clinked, and a jazz trio played quietly in the corner.

My sister Emily looked radiant in her ivory gown, twirling with David — the man she had dreamed of marrying for years. Guests cheered, children danced on the edges of the floor, and I stood back, simply soaking in the happiness.

For the first time since Mom passed away, our family felt whole again. I thought the day would be remembered as perfect.

I was wrong.

Dad’s Sudden Urgency

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