My Father Died as She Toasted Her First Love
When my dad, Jake Snow, is on his deathbed, his final wish is to meet my girlfriend of eight years.
I call Nancy Miller 67 times, but she doesn't bother picking up.
Only after Dad passed away did she finally send a half-hearted text message.
"We're in lockdown mode for the project. I can't leave now. Once things ease up, I'll definitely visit Mr. Snow."
I hold Dad's hand that has gone cold. My fingers tremble as I type, "Sure."
That very night, I come across a video.
Nancy is clad in a red dress at a riverside restaurant overlooking the river.
She is holding a cake, standing beside another man.
The caption reads, "Four years after graduation, I finally get to stand beside you again.