Daughter knew Stories

This started when I was forty five, three years before the pandemic. I had lost my wife who was two years older than me to cancer and our only precious daughter, who was twenty two, was getting married. I liked her boyfriend and was happy that she was starting out on her own journey in life. They had the main hen night a fortnight before the wedding and had gone off to Spain for a week. It was now just a few days before t...