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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
Margaret had been gone for hours.
And Nathan was the last person anyone knew to have seen her.
“I’m busy right now,” I called back.
“Then who are you speaking to?”
I swallowed hard to steady my voice.
“Just Celia — our wedding planner.”
“I’m busy.”
Nathan paused outside the door.
“Why would you lock yourself in just to talk about flowers?”
