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

Just a few minutes. That was all it took.

Search parties were formed. Helicopters scanned the woods.

Flyers plastered trees and telephone poles.

I stood outside every day for weeks, screaming her name until my throat gave out. But nothing. No leads.

No suspects. Just a hole in my chest that never healed.

And now here she was.

Smiling at my son from under a wedding veil.

My vision blurred with tears.

I uttered her name before I could stop myself. “Sophie?!”

She froze in her tracks.

I saw her lips twitch. Her smile dropped.

Her eyes — blue, bright, and wide — locked with mine.

I stood, unable to stay seated, my voice barely a whisper. “Sophie… It’s me… your mother.”

The entire chapel went still.

No music, no whispers. Just the sound of Sophie’s shallow breathing and the soft rustle of her gown.

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