began vibrating.

Texts.

Calls.

Voicemails.

Then a message from my cousin Natalie made me stop.

***You need to know what your father told everyone about you before the wedding. It wasn’t true.***

A second message appeared.

***I have proof.***

Natalie lived twenty minutes away.

I told her to meet me at a twenty-four-hour diner near Interstate 95.

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