My Son’s Bride Gave Me a Letter to Hand Him After the Ceremony – Once He Read It, He Walked out of the Reception
I should have known something was wrong the moment Amy asked to see me alone. It was minutes before her wedding. She stood there in her silk dress, the fabric clinging to her like moonlight. Her hair was pinned up perfectly, tiny pearls glinting in the light. But her hands—those were ice cold. “I need you to do something for me,” she said. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. She pulled a small white envelope from her clutch and pressed it into my hand like it was something fragile…