Three hours before my wedding, I returned home for my father’s watch and overheard my fiancé and his mother talking. They were supposed to be at the hotel. Ten minutes later, I canceled everything and what I did next terrified them.
Daniel called at 1:17 that afternoon. “Where are you?” His voice sounded cheerful. Far too cheerful. “Driving.” “To the hotel?” “No.” Silence. Then, “Claire?” I ended the call. Within a minute, Patricia called twice....