Two days before our wedding, I stood barefoot in the catering kitchen of a beautiful North Carolina estate, still wearing the white dress from our rehearsal dinner, and heard the man I was supposed to marry explain why he had chosen me.
## Part 2 I opened my laptop. “I’m checking now.” The estate’s Wi-Fi was sluggish. A loading circle spun for thirteen seconds. Then the account appeared. I stopped breathing. “What?” Nora asked. “The balance.”...