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.”

Even through my new filter of awful knowledge, I could see that Emily was experiencing pure, unadulterated joy. Her smile was genuine, her laughter was musical, and when she looked at David, her eyes literally sparkled with love and excitement about their future together.

“I can’t believe I’m actually married!” she said, holding up her left hand to continue reading …