My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room

arms at his sides.

“Did you tell my family Reagan was mentally unstable?”

Victoria’s hands moved to her necklace, a nervous habit, one I had seen my entire life.

“James, this isn’t the time.”

“Answer me.”

The tent felt like a courtroom. 200 witnesses. No escape.

Victoria tried to smile. It didn’t work. Too wide. Too forced.

“I was just trying to keep things continue reading …