My Sister Disappeared After Her Wedding Night and Ten Years Later I Found a Letter She Wrote the Next Morning – Story of the Day

Folks were laughing, kids chasing fireflies, and old country music floated in the air like it had nowhere better to be. “You’re really married now,” I said as we leaned over the lemonade table, both of us sticky and flushed. She turned to me, her cheeks pink, eyes sparkling.

“I know. Isn’t it wild?”

Luke, her new husband, waved from the other side of the yard, where he was laughing with the groomsmen. He looked like the luckiest man in the world.

Laura waved back but then glanced down for just a second. Her smile faltered. I didn’t notice it then.

Not really. I was too caught up in the glow of it all—the celebration, the noise, the sense that we were all exactly where we were meant to be. But now, I can see it plain as day.

That flicker in her eyes. Like she was holding something in. Like she was already halfway gone.

The next morning, she was. The motel room where they spent their wedding night was spotless. Her wedding dress was folded neatly on the bed.

Her phone sat on the nightstand, untouched. No note. No message.

No goodbye. We called the police. Neighbors.

Friends. Volunteers combed the woods. The pond was dragged twice.

Luke was questioned, then questioned again. But nothing came of it. Laura had disappeared, clean as a snap of the fingers.

Like wind through dry corn, slipping out without warning. And after all the noise of the search, all we were left with was silence. Heavy.

Cold. Unforgiving. For ten years, Laura became a ghost in our family.

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