I Wore My Grandmother’s Wedding Dress to Honor Her — But a Hidden Note Inside Changed Everything I Knew About My Parents

“I would be honored, dear,”

he said, his voice gone rough.

“Absolutely honored.”

“Thank you, Da—”

I paused, quickly recovering.

“Uncle Rhys.”

Wells drove us home. We were maybe ten minutes out before he glanced over at me.

“You had the letter,”

he said.

“You were going to tell him.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you?”