I Met My Son’s Bride for the First Time at Their Wedding – Then I Saw Her Cheek, and My Blood Ran Cold

“To family — the one we’re born into, and the one we find along the way.”

Glasses clinked all around us.

Later that night, after the music faded and the guests had gone home, Sophie sat beside me in the hotel lobby, still in her gown, barefoot now. Her heels sat forgotten by the elevator.

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I keep trying to remember,” she whispered.

“What it was like before.”

“You were two,” I said softly. “It’s okay if you don’t remember.”

“But I feel something,” she said, voice trembling. “Like a thread that’s been stretched across time.

And today it snapped back into place.”

I nodded. “It never broke. Not really.”

She pulled something out of her purse.

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