At sunrise, we drove to the hotel where Emily and David were staying. My heart pounded as we rode the elevator, then stood outside their door. Dad knocked firmly.
David opened it, still in his rumpled tuxedo shirt, his eyes tired but calm. Behind him, Emily appeared, her hair loose, her smile soft.
Dad didn’t answer. He handed her the letter. “Emily, you need to read this.”
She unfolded it slowly. Her lips parted as her eyes scanned the lines. Behind her, David froze. His face went pale.
“David,” Emily whispered, her voice trembling. “Is this true?”
The silence stretched. He didn’t deny it. His stillness was an answer in itself.
Emily’s knees gave way. I caught her before she fell.
A Wedding Shattered
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