A Widower, a Perfect Bride, and 120 Guests Waiting – All Stopped by a Three-Year-Old in an Oversized Suit Who Saw What a Room Full of Adults Refused To

Chapter 4 — The Folder Named Rebecca

“Walter, sweetheart,” Rebecca called, coming down the hall.

“They’re already playing the entrance music.

Everyone’s asking where you are.”

Noah stepped backward and pressed himself against my leg.

I slid the USB drive into my jacket pocket.

“I need five minutes,” I said.

She looked at the child, and her eyes were doing something behind the smile.