I was on the ground.
“The recording is unedited,” Daniel said. “It started because Vanessa bumped my jacket when she came into the bridal suite and my phone began recording a voice memo. I found it when I came back upstairs for Claire’s vows.”
Vanessa’s eyes widened. “You knew?”
“I suspected. I was hoping I was wrong.”
My mother’s face flushed dark. “You continue reading …
