When my dad called to invite my 12-year-old brother and me to his wedding, I thought the worst part would be watching him marry the woman who destroyed our family. I had no idea my quiet little brother had been planning something that would make their special day unforgettable.
My parents had been together for nearly twenty years. To the outside world, they looked like the perfect couple. Dad was charming, always telling jokes, the kind of man people wanted to be around. Mom was quieter, grounded, the one who kept everything in order. To my little brother, Alex, and me, they were simply Mom and Dad, the foundation of our world.
