My father married my aunt only eight days after my mother’s funeral, but a discovery at the wedding turned everything upside down

Eight days after burying her mother, Camille attends her father’s wedding to her aunt. But behind the smiles and alliances, an unexpected truth is about to emerge.

We believe that there is a background to sorrow.

We think that the worst is the uniformed policeman on the doorstep. The words « car accident ». His father’s strangled scream.

We are mistaken.

The bottom of the abyss is to see your father, eight days later, in a light suit in the garden, ready to marry your mother’s sister.

My name is Camille. I was thirty years old when my mother, Isabelle, died.

The days that followed were blurry: wilted flowers, dishes brought by neighbors, my aunt Sophie who cried louder than everyone else.

Three days after the funeral, she was already wearing an impeccable manicure.

Eight days after my mother’s death, she married my father.

The ceremony took place in our garden, where my mother planted tulips every spring.

I saw Sophie ask to be torn off.

« It will look better in the photos. »

I was still wearing black. My father smiled as if he had just been reborn.

When I dared to ask him if he didn’t think it was rushed, he replied:

« Not today, Camille. »

It wasn’t a question of time.

It was a choice.

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