The wedding couldn’t have been more perfect—until Dad suddenly gripped my hand and whispered, “Get away from everyone. We need to talk. Now.”

possibility hadn’t occurred to me, but now that Dad mentioned it, a new chill of fear ran through me. If David was willing to commit fraud, to deceive two families simultaneously, to build a criminal enterprise of lies—what would he do when cornered?

“Do you think he’s dangerous?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Dad admitted. “But I’m not willing to take chances continue reading …