The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

the right thing, even when it was dangerous. They had blown him up on a dirt road thousands of miles away to protect a bank account in Delaware, and now this woman was trying to erase his child.

The fear that had paralyzed me on the floor evaporated, burned away by a sudden, blinding clarity.

I didn’t come to Oakridge by continue reading …