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

Mama stopped singing while she cooked. She used to hum gospel tunes while stirring gravy or flipping pancakes, but that stopped the day Laura vanished. The house got quieter, like someone had taken a bite out of the air and never gave it back.

Daddy still worked the farm, but his shoulders slumped more. Luke held on for a while. He came by with flowers for Mama, fixed things around the house.

But after two years, he packed up and moved out of state. Said he needed to start over. His voice was flat when he said it, like someone who’d run out of things to feel.

But me—I stayed. I moved into Laura’s old room. Everything in there still smelled like her—like vanilla lotion and a little bit of wildflower shampoo.

I didn’t touch her stuff, not really. Just packed it up into boxes and stacked them in the attic. I told myself I’d go through them when I was ready.

I wasn’t ready for ten years. Then one rainy morning, I climbed into the attic looking for an old photo album for Mama’s birthday. I knelt beside a box marked College Stuff, thinking maybe I’d find a picture of Laura in her cap and gown.

But instead, at the bottom of the box, I found a plain white envelope. My name was on it—Emily—written in Laura’s familiar slanted handwriting. My heart skipped.

I turned it over. The date? The morning after her wedding.

I sat down right there on the wooden floor, dust puffing around me, and opened it with shaking hands. Dear Emily,

I’m sorry. I know this will hurt.Continue reading…