I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

harder than a speech would’ve.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

“Good.”

Another nod.

Then, from his jacket pocket, he pulled something wrapped in a clean handkerchief. He held it out.

“It was hers,” he said. “Emily’s rabbit. They found it after. I kept it.”

I stared at him.

For nineteen years I’d thought that thing was gone. Burned with the wallpaper and continue reading …