I held her close, feeling her tears soak into my shoulder.
The world around us continued, preparations humming, laughter from distant corners.
But it all felt muted, irrelevant.
We left without a word, the weight of the scene heavy on my shoulders.
The drive home was silent, apart from her occasional sniffles.
That night, the incident played over and over in my mind.
My phone buzzed—his sister’s name on the screen.
Her voice was a mix of sobs and apologies.
“I didn’t know,” she said.
“I thought… I thought it would be different.”
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