My Father Married My Aunt After My Mom’s Death – Then at the Wedding, My Brother Said, ‘Dad Isn’t Who He Pretends to Be’

“That’s what she thought too,” my brother said quietly.

“Read it,” I whispered.

“I can’t. Not here. Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because once you know, you won’t be able to un-know it.”

A burst of laughter came from inside.

Someone called my name.

I didn’t move.

“What did Mom find out?” I asked again.

Robert rubbed his face like he was trying to wake himself up.

“She realized Dad had been lying to her for years. Not about little things. About his entire life.”

“That’s vague on purpose,” I snapped.

“Stop doing that.”

He looked at me then. “Do you remember how Laura suddenly moved closer to us when Mom got sick?”

“And how Dad always insisted she stay? How was she always around when Mom wasn’t feeling well?”

“Grief makes people cling,” I said, even though my voice lacked conviction.

I shook my head.

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