The Letter in the Attic: My Sister’s Wedding, Her Disappearance, and the Truth Ten Years Later

 

Laura’s wedding day shimmered like gold—twinkling Christmas lights, laughter echoing through the backyard, and her spinning barefoot with joy amid the dust and spilled punch.

We stood by the lemonade table, hands sticky and grins wide, and I said to her, “You’re really married now.”

She lit up—but only for a moment.

I didn’t notice the flicker in her eyes, the brief break in her smile.

By the next morning, she was gone—vanished from the motel room where she’d spent her wedding night.

Her wedding dress lay neatly folded. Her phone was untouched. No note. No goodbye.

The police searched.

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