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.”

can’t let that happen.”

“My apartment,” I suggested. “It’s neutral ground, and David doesn’t have a key. We can ask Emily to come over alone, maybe tell her we want to hear all about the honeymoon.”

“Good thinking.” Dad looked older than his sixty-two years in the parking lot lighting. “I just keep thinking about that little girl—Sophie. When this all continue reading …