My stomach dropped. “Em.” My voice was dangerously quiet. “How?”
Her eyes dropped, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress.
And then, in the softest voice, she admitted:
“We blocked you.”
Silence.
My pulse was deafening. “You what?”
Emily’s voice barely wavered. “We… we didn’t want to hurt you. So we made sure you wouldn’t see any pictures, any posts, anything that would make you upset.”
I stared at her, my world spinning.
“You erased me.”
I felt sick.
They hadn’t just hidden it. They had erased me.
And the only reason I knew now? Because someone slipped.
I turned away, my body shaking, my mind struggling to catch up. It was too much—Emily, Nathan, the little boy, my family. The people who were supposed to love me had spent years carefully building a life without me.
My great-aunt scoffed, cutting through the silence like a knife. “You idiots. You really thought you could just hide something like this forever?”
No one said a word. No one could.
Emily stared at the floor, her hands gripping her dress like she wanted to disappear into it. My mom looked like she was about to break down, and my father—stoic as ever—kept his eyes on the table as if looking at me would make it worse.
But it was already ruined.
And the worst part? It wasn’t just about Emily and Nathan.
It was all of them.
