Every part of me wanted to reject this information. David had always seemed so genuine, so in love with Emily. But the seriousness in Dad’s eyes, the weight in his voice, told me he believed every word he was saying. And my father was not a man to make accusations lightly.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, my voice cracking. My thoughts were a jumble of fear, anger, and sadness for my sister, who, in that moment, was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon of her new life.

Dad ran a hand through his hair, looking older than I’d ever seen him. “For now, we wait. We can’t ruin her day. But we have to approach this carefully, think about what’s best for Emily.”