The Betrayed Fiancée's Triumph

My brother David's St. Florian's medallion, a cool silver comfort against my palm, was my anchor, a constant reminder of the hero I'd lost three years ago in the city blaze.

His best friend, Mark, became my fiancé, a bond everyone insisted David would have blessed, yet his growing neglect felt like a deepening shadow.

On David's death anniversary, Mark, unapologetically distant, sent his brazen new girlfriend, Jessica, not just to fetch keys, but to gloat, turning Mark's dismissive neglect of my pain into a sneer about my "sensitivity."