The drive home was silent, the hum of the engine providing the only backdrop to my racing thoughts. Finally, unable to contain my curiosity and concern any longer, I asked, “Robert, what is going on?”

He glanced at me, his expression softening slightly. “You really didn’t notice?” he asked.

“Notice what?” I pressed, exasperated.

“The real reason for the wedding was not just to celebrate Jessica and David’s love,” he began slowly, choosing his words with care. “There’s… something else.”