Chapter 25
The ballroom where everything had happened eventually hosted another wedding.
Different flowers.
Different guests.
Different music.
Different memories.
Adria did not attend.
Neither did Callum.
They had no reason to return.
But the bride from that night later sent Adria a photograph.
The ballroom looked beautiful again.
Adria stared at it.
For a moment, she remembered the silence after the slap.
Then she remembered Callum's voice.
Mom… I saw him take it.
She smiled.
The photograph no longer frightened her.
It simply reminded her of the night she learned how quickly a room could turn against someone—and how important it was to stand beside the person who needed protection.
She put the photograph away.
Then she went to find Callum.
He was outside, playing with a ball.
“Mom!”
She smiled.
“Dinner.”
May you like
He ran toward her.
Everything important was right there.
