known my children practically their entire lives.
Ten minutes later, I was driving toward the wedding venue.
I expected to find Amelia hysterically crying.
Instead, when I arrived, half my extended family was gathered outside the ballroom whispering among themselves.
Nora rushed toward me.
“Where is she?”
“Outside in the garden.”
I headed toward the doors.
Nora grabbed my arm.
“Wait. You need to understand what happened first.”
I turned toward her.
She glanced nervously toward the ballroom.
“After the vows, they had some kind of family ceremony.”
“What kind?”
