Chapter 4 76% Lincoln was dead. He died on our wedding day. He died because of a single sentence from my mother. The guests rushed downstairs, their faces pale with shock, their voices choked with disbelief. His mother collapsed beside his lifeless body, clutching him as wretched sobs tore from her throat. As for me, … Read more
Chapter 3 The next day, the wedding venue brimmed with splendor. Lincoln had arranged a grand, extravagant ceremony to show how much he cherished me. The hall was alive with laughter and excitement, the air thick with joy. Among the sea of guests, my mother arrived as expected. It had been years since I last … Read more
Chapter 2 With those final words, my mom ended the visitation. I left the prison, my heart heavy with unanswered questions. When I returned home, silence greeted me like an unwelcome guest. The house that had once been filled with laughter and warmth now felt hollow, its only remnant of my dad, a black–and–white memorial … Read more
Chapter 1 On my dad’s birthday, as he stood before the cake, eyes closed, making a wish, my mom leaned in and whispered something into his ear. A man who had always cherished his life, my dad flinched at her words, then, without hesitation, stepped off the building and plunged to his death. After his … Read more