The air in the chapel had turned to ice.

Ezekiel’s voice, barely above a breath: “Verity.

I was going to tell you tonight.”

Before my father could find his voice to scream, the heavy oak doors opened one final time — and the people who came through them were not there for a wedding.

Chapter 6 — Dog Tags

Federal agents came through the doors, moving with a brisk, unhurried efficiency, their footsteps flat against the old hardwood.