should have known something was wrong the moment Amy asked to see me alone.
She was already in her wedding dress, the white silk hugging her figure like moonlight. Her hair was swept up with tiny pearls. But her hands, her hands were ice
need you to do something for me,” she said, her voice flat but composed.
A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney
She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single white envelope. She pressed it into my hand like it was something delicate… or dangerous.
“Give this to Leo. After the ceremony. Not before. Not during. After.“
I looked at her, my heart picking up like a drum in my throat.
“Amy… darling, is everything okay? Are you nervous?”
“He needs to hear it from you. It has to be you,” she shook her head.
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There was something final in her voice. Not dramatic. Just… settled. Like the decision had already been made, and this moment was just a formality.
A melancholic bride | Source: Midjourney
A melancholic bride | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, turning the envelope over in my hand.
“What’s in the letter?” I asked gently.
Amy didn’t answer. She just nodded once, the way you might nod at the wind, and left the room, the train of her dress floating behind her like a ghost that had already made peace with its past.
A bride walking out of a room | Source: Midjourney
I stared down at the envelope. It wasn’t heavy. A single sheet, maybe two. It wasn’t bulky or bloodstained or marked with anything sinister. But my gut twisted like it knew better.
