But Daniel didn’t move. His hands trembled as he held a small bouquet.
“Please, sir. Give me five minutes. I’ve already lost Emily. I can’t break the final promise I made to her, too.”
My husband froze.
Then Daniel reached inside the bouquet and removed a sealed envelope.
The moment I saw the handwriting, my heart nearly stopped.
It was Emily’s.
And when Daniel stepped toward the microphone and asked Sophie to join him, I realized my daughter had planned something extraordinary before she passed away.
Something that would make her little sister laugh and cry at the same time.
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