Earlier this year, he proposed. I said yes without hesitation. As we started diving into wedding planning, Daniel suggested we take a short trip together—just the four of us—to relax before the chaos of cake tastings, fittings, and guest lists began.
We booked a resort by the coast. Ivy and Lila were thrilled by the idea of a big pool and all-you-can-eat ice cream. I was just looking forward to some sun and time with the man I loved.
The first two days were bliss. The twins splashed around until their fingers shriveled like raisins, and Daniel and I lounged nearby, watching them play. We laughed, we held hands, we talked about our future. It felt like a dream.
But everything changed on the third afternoon.
