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.”

Was he planning to recreate romantic moments from his other marriage with Emily? The layers of deception seemed to multiply every time he opened his mouth.

“You’ve been to Italy before?” I asked, though I immediately regretted drawing attention to details of his past.

“A few times for work,” David replied smoothly. “Pharmaceutical conferences, meetings continue reading …