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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
The doorknob rattled.
“Why is the door locked?” Nathan asked again.
I looked down at the small prescription bottle resting in my lap.
It belonged to his aunt Margaret.
And so did the driver’s license, mobile phone, credit cards, and signed blank checks I had just pulled from a dusty pink backpack tucked behind the couch in Nathan’s old bedroom.
