Dead Husband at My Son’s Wedding

When I was young, my husband died in an accident.

I became a high-rise window cleaner, risking my neck daily, dangling hundreds of feet in the air, sacrificing everything to put my son through school.

After thirty years of relentless work, I finally made it to the day before my son’s wedding.

I’d planned for this to be my last job, a final hurrah before retirement.

But as I was cleaning the hotel’s exterior, I glanced inside and saw a wedding taking place. It was my son, Justin, and his fiancée, Chloe.

And standing beside the happy couple, acting as parents?