The Gathering of Tradition
The evening was meant to be perfect. For weeks, I had planned every detail of our annual family gathering—flowers, food, and golden lights strung across the garden. This wasn’t just dinner; it was tradition, a celebration of unity that my grandparents had started long ago. I wanted nothing more than to honor it.
An Entrance That Changed Everything
Guests laughed, glasses clinked, and for a moment, harmony filled the night. Then Michael arrived. But he was not alone. A woman in a striking red dress walked beside him, her hand resting on a rounded belly. His hand—resting proudly on hers—told the story before his lips did. The table fell silent, every smile fading.
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