The groom, a tall and handsome man named David, who had been standing a few steps behind his bride, rushed forward. His face was a mix of confusion and concern. He gently helped his bride to her feet, looking between her and the young boy who had just shattered what was meant to be the happiest day of their lives.
David had heard bits and pieces of his bride’s past. She had confided in him about a child she lost under desperate circumstances when she was young, but she never spoke of it in detail, as if the pain was a wound too deep to expose. He had always assured her that her past did not define her, nor did it change his love for her.
“Is it true?” David asked softly, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Is this boy your son?”
