The house loomed in front of us, a shadowed silhouette against the evening sky. I could feel the weight of my father’s words before they even took shape, hanging heavy and unspoken between us. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he turned to face me fully.
“Dad, please, just tell me,” I implored, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes met mine, and I saw a storm of emotions swirling there—fear, sadness, resolve. “It’s about David,” he began, his voice cracking slightly as he mentioned Emily’s new husband. “I didn’t want to ruin the wedding, but there’s something you have to know.”
