For two years my daughter in law Emily wore long sleeves and high collars even during the hottest summer days. I watched her constantly and convinced myself she was hiding a dark secret from our family. My sister Carol told me to leave her alone and my son Ben begged me to stop interfering with their marriage. I ignored their warnings because my pride convinced me I needed to protect my son from whatever criminal past or terrible history Emily was concealing behind her unusually modest clothes. I spent all my time looking for clues instead of simply getting to know the woman my son loved.

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