Finally, the moment came—the unveiling.
As Daniel gently lifted the veil, I felt the world tilt on its axis.
The bride’s face was revealed, and time froze. My chest constricted. My vision blurred.
Because standing there, looking straight at me, was Emily.
My Emily.
The same eyes that had once lit up when I came home from work. The same lips that whispered lullabies to Lily. The same features I had traced a thousand times in my dreams.
I heard Lily’s small voice tug me back to reality.
“Daddy… why are you crying?”
I hadn’t even realized tears had slipped down my cheeks. My hands trembled as I gripped the pew.
