By 7:00 a.m., the sky had turned a pale, indifferent blue. Somewhere, wedding guests were waking up. Victoria was probably drinking coffee, expecting the bride to be humiliated into obedience, and Lewis was probably rehearsing what to say when Chloe came home.

But Chloe wasn’t going home.

At 7:13 a.m., Lewis called my phone. Chloe’s eyes went wide when she saw his name.

“Don’t answer,” she whispered.

Robert took the phone from my hand and answered, saying nothing.

“Sarah?” Lewis’s voice came through, smooth but tense. “Is Chloe there? She’s upset and confused, and my family is very worried.”