A bride walked into her wedding believing she was finally leaving grief behind. But before the night was over, her little daughter noticed something no one else did, and one innocent warning changed everything.
The morning of my wedding smelled like white lilies and old promises. I sat at the vanity in the bridal suite, the veil already heavy on my hair, and let myself believe, for the first time in three years, that the worst part of my life was behind me.
Sophie sat cross-legged on the carpet by my feet, swinging her white shoes and humming to her flower crown.
“Mommy, is it crooked?”
