“My dad knows her too,” he said quietly. “Doesn’t he.”
“Your father made sure I disappeared,” the woman said.
“Stop,” Ryan said.
“What is going on?” I said. My voice was too loud. It echoed off the barn’s high ceiling. A couple of the catering staff stopped what they were doing in the reception hall and looked over.
David touched my arm.
“Laura. Let’s go somewhere private.”
I pulled my arm away.
“No.”
He flinched.
“Last night,” I said, “you let me think you were sleeping with this woman. You let me lie awake all night. Emma obviously knows something. Ryan knows her. And nobody, nobody, is taking me into another room and telling me to be patient. Not today.”
The woman looked at me.
“You want to know why David knows me?”
“Yes.”
She took a breath.
“Because your daughter is marrying my son.”
The barn went completely quiet.
