Chapter 13 - THE WEDDING VENUE SENT ME THE PHOTOGRAPHSMonths later, the photographer contacted me.
She had taken pre-ceremony photographs before everything happened.
One image showed Ava in the hallway.
Hair still intact.
Holding her flowers.
Smiling.
Another showed Vanessa behind her.
Looking at Ava’s braid.
Her expression was visible.
Not rage.
Something colder.
Resentment.
I nearly deleted the photo.
Then saved it.
Not for evidence.
That part was already handled.
For Ava.
Years later, if she wanted to understand the day, history would exist.
Not as a weapon.
A record.
I did not show it to her then.
Children don’t need every piece of adult darkness immediately.
Truth should not be hidden.
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Timing can still be compassionate.
There is a difference.
