“I’ll explain in the car,” he promised, his voice tense and urgent.

Reluctance tugged at me; this was my sister’s wedding, a celebration of love and family. But the seriousness in Robert’s eyes was undeniable. I knew him well enough to trust his instincts, even if I didn’t understand them at the moment.

We slipped out quietly, weaving through the throng of guests who were either unaware or politely ignoring the disruption. The fresh Californian air hit me as we exited the hotel, a stark contrast to the warmth and vivacity inside. We hurried to the car, Robert’s grip on my hand firm and reassuring.