“Because your mother has been hiding something from you for twenty-nine years. And the woman waiting inside that building is the reason.”
My name is Emily Carter. I was twenty-nine years old, and until that terrible morning, I believed I knew everything important about my life.
I knew the woman who had raised me, Margaret, loved me more than anything in the world.
I knew my fiancé, Daniel, was the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life.
And I knew that in just three days, I would walk down the aisle in an ivory wedding dress, holding a bouquet of white roses while the people I loved watched me begin a new chapter.
I had spent months planning that wedding.
My dress hung inside a protective cover in my bedroom. The invitations had been delivered. My best friend had organized the flowers, and my mother had insisted on helping me choose the cake.
