In the corner of several photos, where I was supposed to be the focal point, Rachel was not just a supportive friend witnessing my happiest moments. No, she was engaged in something else entirely. Initially, it was hard to believe my eyes. It felt like a scene from a movie, the kind where the audience sees something unfolding while the protagonist remains blissfully unaware.
In the first few pictures, you could write it off as coincidence. Rachel appeared to be texting or taking calls. Her gaze was often averted from the ceremony and focused on her phone. My rational side tried to dismiss it as her documenting the day or maybe dealing with an emergency. After all, we trusted each other implicitly. But as I scrolled through the images, the story they told became undeniable.
