Skip to content Why would it appear now, at her father’s wedding? Why had it been hidden or delayed until this exact moment? Her hands trembled as she took the envelope, recognizing her mother’s handwriting instantly. It felt impossibly heavy for something made of paper, as if it carried more than words—something unfinished, something urgent. Around them, the wedding continued as if nothing had changed, laughter spilling through the hall, glasses clinking, music playing softly in the background, completely unaware that Claire’s entire reality was beginning to fracture in silence.
