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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