Her hands began trembling.
“Emily?”
I felt my heart pounding.
She continued softly:
“I never forgot you. Every year on your birthday, I bought a little cake and lit a candle.”
I began to cry.
Margaret approached me.
“My daughter, forgive me for staying silent all these years. I was afraid of losing you.”
I hugged her.
“You won’t lose me, Mom. But you should have let me discover the truth for myself.”
Then I turned toward Sarah.
She was crying, too afraid to approach me.
I reached out my hand.
“Would you like to tell me what you were like when you were my age?”
She smiled through her tears.
We talked for hours that day.
Three days later, my wedding did not take place.
I told Daniel that I still loved him, but after what he had done, I needed time to rebuild my trust in him.
