That night, I understood with crystalline clarity that a wedding is not always a beginning; sometimes, it is an end. It can be the match that incinerates two families to the ground.
My name is Emily Carter. I am fifty-five years old, a mother of three, and a woman who has spent her life believing that silence is a virtue. But this story isn’t about my silence. It is about the moment I found my voice. It is about Michael, my eldest son, and the day that should have been the happiest of his life.
