The bride accused a little girl of stealing her late mother’s locket—until she opened it and saw something that made her ask, “Where did you see her?”

Her hands were shaking now.

“Nothing.”

The groom watched her carefully.

“That didn’t look like nothing.”

The flower girl wiped her cheeks with both hands.

“She told me you’d be mad.”

The bride’s breath hitched.

“Who told you?”

The girl glanced toward the hallway behind them.

The wedding guests had fallen completely silent.

“She said not to tell anyone until continue reading …