My water broke in the middle of my sister-in-law’s lavish vineyard wedding, soaking the marble floor beneath my feet. “Please—call an ambulance,” I gasped, but my mother-in-law hurried me into a nearby bathroom and closed the door behind me. “This baby will not steal her spotlight,” she hissed.
PART 3 Paramedics carried me through the reception while guests stood motionless beside untouched glasses of champagne. Celeste’s smiling portrait still filled the wedding screens. Behind the stretcher, investigators opened office doors, sealed computers,...