Not once did I hear her voice.
Until last Tuesday.
I was sitting alone in my kitchen when an envelope arrived.
There was no return address.
Inside was a wedding invitation.
It said:
“Dear Dad, I’m getting married next Saturday. I know I haven’t spoken to you in years, but there’s something you need to know. Please come.”
I read those words at least twenty times.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
The following Saturday, I put on my best suit, bought a bouquet of white roses, and drove three hours to the wedding venue.
When I arrived, something felt strange.
There were hundreds of guests, beautiful decorations, and music playing.
But nobody seemed to recognize me.
I walked toward the reception area and showed the invitation to a young woman.
She looked at it, then looked at me.
Her face suddenly turned pale.
“Sir… are you Robert?”
