Sophie looked toward the door.
“Can you close it?”
I did.
She took a shaky breath.
“Emily sent me.”
Every hair on my arms lifted.
“Emily sent me.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“She died a year ago.”
“I know.”
“Then explain what you mean.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
Sophie reached into the bag beside her chair but stopped when she saw me tense.
“Before she died, Emily made me promise something.”
I couldn’t speak.
Sophie continued.
“She said that if… when you married Charles, I had to find you on the wedding day.”
“Before she died, Emily made me promise something.”
I stared at her.
“Why?”
“She wanted me to give you something before you walked down the aisle.”
The room seemed to tilt slightly.
I sat down because my legs didn’t feel reliable anymore.
“She wanted me to give you something.”
“You’ve had something from my daughter for a year?”
“Yes.”
“How did you even know I was getting married today?”
“I’ve checked your and Charles’ Facebook pages every few months since Emily died.”
For some reason, that made the promise Sophie had kept feel even heavier.
“You’ve had something from my daughter for a year?”
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
Sophie flinched. “Because Emily made me promise not to.”
“You knew I was grieving. You knew I could barely function.”
“I know.”
“Then what could possibly make her want you to wait?”
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
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