That night, I placed the hidden photo next to our engagement picture on the nightstand. Emily smiled at me from both frames — young and old, before and after, always with love in her eyes.
I touched her face through the glass. “You did good, Em,” I whispered. “You did real good.
And I promise you, I’ll do right by her. By both of you.”
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