The moment Daniel lifted the veil, time seemed to stand still. My heart raced with disbelief, and my mind struggled to comprehend the impossible. The face looking back at me was unmistakably hers—my late wife, Emma. Her eyes, her smile—imprinted in my memory as vividly as the last time I had seen her. But how could this be? It was as if I had stepped into a parallel universe where reality blurred with dreams.
Lily’s small hand in mine was the only thing anchoring me to the present, yet her innocent question echoed in my mind. “Daddy, why are you crying?” I wanted to answer, to reassure her with words that made sense, but my voice caught in my throat. The church seemed to dissolve around me, a blur of confusion and shock.
