Amanda stood at the altar in her expensive white gown, smiling
at her groom.
The priest was halfway through his speech when I suddenly interrupted him.
“Excuse me! Before you continue, I have a wedding gift for my sister!”
Every head turned.
Amanda’s smile disappeared when she spotted the large white album in my hands.
“Brittany?” she said sharply. “What are you doing?”
I walked a few steps down the aisle.
“You told me how important your wedding photographs were. I thought you might appreciate some pictures I’ve collected.”
“Are you serious right now?”
Travis, her groom, looked between us.
“Brittany, what’s going on?”
I stopped several feet from the altar and opened the album.
The first photograph showed Amanda holding Sophie at the hospital, just hours after she was born.
Amanda was 19 then, smiling so widely that her eyes were almost closed.
“Do you remember this?” I asked.
