My father married my aunt only eight days after my mother’s funeral, but a discovery at the wedding turned everything upside down

The garden of tulips

The ceremony took place in our garden, where my mother planted tulips every spring.

I saw Sophie ask to be ripped out.

“It will be more beautiful in the photos. »

I was still wearing black. My father smiled as if he had just been reborn.

When I dared to ask him if he couldn’t find it rushed, he replied:

“Not today, Camille. »

It was not a question of time.

It was a choice.