“Lucas, show everyone your hand,” I said.
He stared at me, his face turning completely white. My sister stopped halfway down the aisle while confused whispers spread through the guests.
Finally, Lucas slowly opened his fist.
Inside was a wedding ring—but not the one my sister had chosen. This ring was smaller, scratched, and engraved with another woman’s initials. I recognized it immediately. It belonged to our cousin Natalie, who had died unexpectedly three months earlier.
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