I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

But at our end of the table, everything tightened.

Emily laughed first.

Not big. Just one short little burst through her nose.

“Sarah, come on.”

I held up my phone.

On the screen was a note titled exactly what it was: Fraud Timeline.

Dates. Vendors. Dollar amounts. Last four digits. Invoice numbers. Screenshots. Confirmation emails. A copy of the police continue reading …