He looked at me, a fierce, predatory pride shining in his eyes.

He had stopped taking the pills four days ago, the moment Marisol showed him the first page of my audit.

The cathedral doors swung open.

The blinding light of a thousand flashbulbs hit me.

I took a breath, gripped my father’s arm, and stepped into the aisle.

Halfway down the nave, a frantic wedding planner sprinted up to the altar, a look of sheer panic on her face.

She leaned in and handed Adrian one of the gold-embossed programs, whispering frantically in his ear.

Adrian looked down at the program.

My heart completely stopped.

He’s going to open it.