I felt a mix of emotions: anger at the potential deceit, fear for my sister’s future, and a deep sadness that such a beautiful day had taken such a dark turn. “I just want to protect her,” I said finally, my voice breaking. “We will,” Robert assured me, his grip on the steering wheel firm, yet reassuring.
“We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re not alone in this.”
As we drove further away from the grand festivities and into the uncertainty of what lay ahead, I clung to Robert’s words, hoping that the truth—whatever it turned out to be—would set my sister free, and that love, in whatever form it took, would ultimately prevail.
