He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for the impact of his own words. “It’s about Emily and David,” he began slowly, his voice barely more than a whisper. My mind raced, wondering what possibly could have transpired to cause such urgency and secrecy.
“What about them?” I pressed, my voice trembling. The world felt like it was tilting, the gravity of unspoken words pulling me under.
Dad hesitated, his eyes clouded with something that felt like a mix of dread and sorrow. “I found out something… something about David. And I couldn’t say anything until now because it was their day. They deserved their moment.”
