Life had settled into a rhythm. Not perfect, but steady. I still had moments when the loneliness pressed down, but Lily’s laughter often reminded me that the world hadn’t completely lost its light.
So when my best friend, Daniel, invited us to his wedding, I agreed. Daniel had been like a brother since college. He was there when Emily died, quietly supporting us. He brought groceries, fixed leaky pipes, and even drove Lily to soccer practice when I was tied up at work. I owed him more than I could ever say.
“Daddy, are you sure we should go?” Lily asked as she twirled in the new pale blue dress we bought for the occasion.
“Of course,” I smiled. “Daniel’s important to us. Besides, you’ll get to eat wedding cake.”
She giggled, and for a moment, my chest didn’t feel so heavy.
The church was bathed in golden light that streamed through stained glass windows. Guests filled the pews, murmuring with excitement. Lily sat beside me, swinging her legs nervously, while I tried to shake off the odd feeling in my stomach. Weddings usually stirred up memories of Emily—our vows, our first dance, her radiant smile in her dress.
When the organ began to play, everyone stood. The bride appeared at the far end of the aisle, her face hidden behind a delicate veil. She moved gracefully, her steps slow and measured.
Something tugged at me, a strange familiarity in the tilt of her head, the way she held her bouquet. I frowned, brushing it off. I was imagining things.
The ceremony moved forward. Daniel’s vows were heartfelt, his voice steady with emotion. He promised loyalty, laughter, and love. I felt a swell of pride for my friend, though the unease inside me only grew.
