My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

anything that had happened in the chapel.

Rachel’s face crumpled for half a second.

Then anger took over.

“You sent it?” she demanded. “You destroyed my life?”

Our mother turned to her.

“No, Rachel,” she said. “You built this. I only opened the door before someone else was trapped inside it.”

Alexander looked between them.

“You knew?” he asked.

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