The days passed in a weird, foggy blur. Like I blinked and time just… slipped between my fingers. Everything felt distant. Like I was watching life through a thick sheet of glass—aware, but not really there. Detached in the kind of way that sneaks up on you and settles heavy on your chest when you're not paying attention.
And now… here I was.
Sitting in the front row of the chapel. Watching my mother, my actual mother, standing at the altar in this stunning off-white gown that shimmered every time she moved. Her hair was pinned up in soft curls with these tiny pearls tucked into them, and for a second—just a second—I almost forgot about everything else. She looked radiant. Ridiculously beautiful. And oddly… peaceful.
She smiled up at Greg like he was the sun, the stars, and all the air
