Chapter 1: The Empty Pews
My family flew 10 states for my brother’s unborn triplets’ gender reveal but skipped my wedding over a two-hour drive, and 24 days later, 315 desperate calls proved the truth had finally hit them...
My entire family crossed ten states for my brother’s unborn babies.
But they could not drive two hours for my wedding.
That was the sentence I repeated in my head while I stood at the back of the chapel, staring at the empty pews reserved for the people who raised me.
My mother’s seat was empty.
My father’s seat was empty.
My brother Caleb’s seat was empty.
Even my grandmother’s lace handkerchief, the one she promised to bring for “something old,” never arrived.
My fiancé, Andrew, turned from the altar and saw my face before I could hide it. His jaw tightened, but he did not look at the empty seats. He looked only at me, like I was still the whole room.
Three months earlier, my family had flown from Texas to Florida for Caleb and his wife’s gender reveal. Not one baby. Triplets. My mother bought custom shirts. My father paid for first-class upgrades because, in his words, “This is family history.” My cousins took vacation days. My aunt hired a photographer. They stood on a beach at sunset, crying over three clouds of blue smoke like they had witnessed a miracle.
I was happy for them.
I even paid for my parents’ hotel because Dad said money was tight.
Then my wedding came one month later.
Two hours away.
Same state. Same highway. Same people.
And suddenly, everyone was exhausted.
Mom said travel was too much after Florida.
Dad said driving at night made his back hurt.
Caleb said his wife was too emotional and needed the family nearby.
My aunt said weddings were stressful but babies were different.
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Babies were different.
Apparently, so was I.
