The groom staggered back a step.
His breathing turned uneven as his eyes locked on the locket like it was something dangerous.
âThatâs impossible,â he said, his voice cracking. âThey told me she lost the baby.â
The words hung in the air.
Sharp.
Final.
His motherâs face crumbled.
Something old had been touched.
Something buried had finally risen.
The bride slowly turned toward him, her voice trembling.
âWho told you?â
No one answered.
The silence grew heavier, pressing against every wall of the room.
The little girl looked down at her bunny, confused by the tears around her, unaware that she had just unraveled a lifetime of lies.
