Chapter 14 - My Sister Walked Down the Aisle Again—And This Time, I Wasn't Handing Her to a MonsterEmily remarried three years later.
The wedding was small.
No politicians.
No criminals.
No armed guards.
Just family and friends.
I stood beside her.
She wore a simple white dress.
When she reached me, she smiled.
“I'm nervous.”
“About what?”
“Everything.”
I laughed.
“You've survived worse.”
“I know.”
She squeezed my hand.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For never giving up.”
I looked at her.
“You're my sister.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“It is for me.”
She hugged me.
Then she walked toward Michael.
I watched her say her vows.
This time, there was no fear.
No control.
No ownership.
Only choice.
After the ceremony, Emily came to me.
“You're crying.”
“No.”
“You absolutely are.”
“Rain.”
“We're indoors.”
I laughed.
She hugged me.
“You know Mom would be proud.”
I looked toward the photograph of our parents.
“Yes.”
That night, I returned to my office.
On my desk was my father's old letter.
I read it one final time.
Build something better than I did.
I finally understood.
That was my inheritance.
May you like
Not the empire.
The opportunity to end it.
