Just as the wedding music began, something was wrong—Amelia, my nine-year-old stepdaughter and our flower girl, was missing. After a tense search, we found her in a locked supply closet, quietly crying and still clutching her flower basket.
Amelia had been told she was “in trouble” and put there by a well-meaning but misguided relative. It broke my heart. Amelia and I had built a close bond after the loss of her mother, and she had been so excited to be part of our wedding. She’d helped plan every detail, twirling in her pink-sashed dress that morning, practicing her flower girl walk again and again. I held her close and told her, “This is still your moment, if you want it.” She nodded.
