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Two Days Before Our Wedding, I Reached Behind My Fiancé’s Childhood Couch—What I Found Instead Made Me Call the Police and Cancel Everything
A firm knock sounded from downstairs.
Kristen called out from the kitchen.
“Nathan? Someone is at the front door.”
His gaze stayed locked on mine.
“What have you done?”
I walked past him toward the stairs.
“What did you do?”
Two uniformed officers stood in the hallway.
They asked clearly where Margaret was.
Nathan gave an awkward, embarrassed smile.
