The Unloved Bride: Her Heart's Legacy

were dark and empty like vacant eyes, and the once-perfect garden was now a tangled mess of weeds. T

Brittany, and the flock of relatives

nt Carol whispered, clutching her purse.

red at the de

land. She tainted our lives. I hope she

e who heard. My father just nodded, his face pale an

here is sh

towards an old, gnarled oak tree at the edge of the proper

she sa

shovels from the trunk. As the first shovel bi

r to come here that day. We were going to camp out, just us sisters. She said she wanted to bury a ti

nocent, so tragic. My m

ou were just being a good sister.

ent truth. I wasn't excited. I was terrifie

iet air. They worked faster, clearing the dirt away from the top of

of agreement from my father, every fake tear from Brittany-it was like being buried all over again. They tho

e hole and set it on the ground. It was caked in mud. My

anded, her voice shaking.

d the lid open. A loud crack ech

h, expecting to see bones, expecting to

coffin w

gasp went thr

ieked. "Oh my god, she' s not her

flying to her mouth. My father looked at Madame Z

s she so powerful she ha

here, half-buried in the dirt and grime, was a single object. It was an old digital photo

t up. She wiped it clean wi

she said, her voice cutting through

power bank from her bag. She connected it. For a moment,

ge app

wrapped around his head. He was laughing, looking up at me with a love that I had long forgotten. In the background, my mothe

ts stared at the screen, their faces frozen in shock.

I was a teenager, looking shy and awkward. Brittany

he device. "This is our sister adventure! I even got yo

up at her, my eyes full

t. You' re the b

ideo

ittany burst into tears, co

ried, her body shaking with sobs. "I tr

ing soothing words. They looked at the empty coffin and the digital fr

The tears were real, but her eyes, for just a second, were cold and hard a