I wish I'd insisted.
But I didn't.
I thought we had more time.
That's one of the cruelest things about losing someone.
You remember all the ordinary moments that seemed insignificant until they're gone.
## The Day Mom Died
When Mom died, our family gathered around her.
Daniel was crying.
I couldn't stop holding her hand.
Dad stood silently.
Aunt Linda was there too.
She cried harder than anyone.
At the funeral, she stood beside my father.
At the time, I didn't think anything of it.
They were grieving.
Everyone was.
Afterward, life became a strange collection of empty spaces.
Mom's chair remained untouched.
Her coffee mug stayed in the cabinet.
Her books were still stacked beside the bed.
Her perfume was still in the bathroom.
I couldn't bring myself to clean anything.
Dad seemed different too.
He became distant.
He stopped talking about Mom.
Whenever I brought her up, he changed the subject.
I assumed he was grieving differently.
I didn't know what else to believe.
Then came the dinner invitation.
## "I'm In Love"
Dad invited Daniel and me to dinner.
It was only a few months after the funeral.
The invitation immediately felt strange.
My father wasn't someone who organized family dinners.
When we arrived, Aunt Linda was already there.
I remember staring at her.
She smiled nervously.
I thought perhaps they were planning something related to Mom's estate.
Maybe there was paperwork.
Maybe Dad needed help with something.
Then Dad stood up.
He looked terrified.
"I have something to tell you boys."
Daniel and I exchanged glances.
Dad took a breath.
"I'm in love."
I genuinely thought I'd heard him wrong.
"In love with who?"
He looked at Linda.
My stomach dropped.
Dad reached for her hand.
"I want to marry her."
Nobody spoke.
Not for several seconds.
Then Daniel stood up so quickly that his chair nearly fell backward.
"What?"
Dad tried to explain.
He said he hadn't planned it.
He said grief had brought them closer.
He said they had supported one another.
He said feelings developed unexpectedly.
I couldn't process it.
This was my mother's sister.
My mother's sister.
The woman who had stood beside her coffin.
The woman who had cried at her funeral.
The woman who had held my mother's hand while she was dying.
And now she was holding my father's hand.
I left without saying goodbye.
## The Wedding
They got married surprisingly quickly.
Some relatives refused to attend.
Others said we should respect Dad's choices.
I couldn't decide what I felt.
Anger.
Disgust.
Confusion.
Grief.
Maybe all of it.
But Daniel was different.
He had become obsessed with finding out what was happening.
He started looking through old messages.
He asked relatives questions.
He wanted to know how long Dad and Linda had been close.
And then he found something.
Something that changed everything.
## "You Need to Know the Truth"
The wedding was small.
I stood near the back.
Dad looked nervous.
Linda looked emotional.
The entire thing felt wrong.
Not because people aren't allowed to find love again.
Not because widowers can't remarry.
But because this wasn't some stranger.
This was Mom's sister.
And there was something about the timing that I couldn't shake.
During the reception, Daniel grabbed my arm.
"Come with me."
"What?"
"Now."
He pulled me outside.
The cold air hit my face.
Daniel looked pale.
"What did you find?"
He swallowed.
"Mom knew."
"Knew what?"
"About Dad and Linda."
My heart stopped.
"Don't say that."
"I'm serious."
"No."
"She found something before she died."
"What?"
Daniel pulled out his phone.
There were screenshots.
Messages.
Between Dad and Linda.
Some were years old.
I stared at the screen.
The messages weren't romantic at first.
They were ordinary.
Checking in.
Talking about Mom's appointments.
Discussing family plans.
But then I saw the dates.
Some were from years before Mom became sick.
Then I saw messages that changed everything.
"I can't keep lying to her."
