Ze pakte een koffer, liet de sleutel op tafel liggen en liep weg.
An Invitation and an Old Wound
When the cream-colored envelope arrived five years later, Lauren almost threw it straight into the trash. But something made her stop and look again.
Maybe it was the way her name was written in tiny, cramped letters.
Or maybe it was the short note Evan had added at the bottom:
“Hope you can make it. It might give you some closure.”
Closure.
She laughed under her breath.
She hadn’t heard a single word from him in years. And now he wanted her to sit quietly at his fairy-tale wedding, dressed in designer labels and flashing cameras?
Fine.
She would go.
But not for him.
She would go because she carried a truth he had never cared to discover.
The Moment She Arrived
Evan greeted guests with the pride of a man convinced his world was shining brighter than ever. Brooke floated beside him, flawless in her jeweled gown.
“Is she here?” Brooke asked, scanning the entrance.
“Not yet,” Evan said confidently. “But she’ll come. She won’t be able to stop herself.”
Then the crowd stirred.
A black SUV stopped at the entrance.
A woman stepped out.
It was Lauren.
