snapped toward me. “What?”

“There’s one more envelope.”

The color drained from her face. Slowly… she reached beneath the stack. Pulled out the plain white envelope.

“Open it,” I said.

Her fingers shook as she unfolded the papers. “No…”

Brooke looked up at Daniel’s father.

Every head in the backyard turned with hers. Richard had gone completely still.

Brooke continue reading …