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.”

if David wants to come?” I had asked.

“We’ll tell her it’s just family. Sisters’ night. Something that won’t seem suspicious.”

The Point of No Return

Wednesday morning, I called Emily to invite her for dinner. “Just us,” I said casually. “I want to hear every single detail about Italy, and I thought it would be fun to have a sisters’ night like we used continue reading …