I was heartbroken when Emily told me I wasn’t invited to her wedding. After everything I’d done for her, helping with the dress, the venue, and supporting her through it all, she said I didn’t “fit in” with the image she wanted.
I left quietly, hurt and confused, but I had something planned. I sold my home on Willow Lane—the house filled with memories—and set up a trust fund for Emily, one she wouldn’t access for years.
Maybe one day, she’d understand that family isn’t about fitting in. It’s about love, sacrifice, and the things we do for each other, no matter how unnoticed.