Caleb glanced over his shoulder, then pulled a folded paper from his jacket. “The money was for Dad,” he said. “He has been sick for almost a year, and Daniel did not want anyone to know, especially at a wedding.” My breath caught. Caleb unfolded the page, and I saw a hospital letterhead with my father-in-law’s name and a treatment schedule. “He begged us to keep it quiet until the wedding was over,” Caleb whispered.

I looked across the garden and saw Daniel standing beside an older man in a gray suit, his hand on the man’s shoulder. My father-in-law, Walter, looked thin and pale, and he was leaning on a cane I had never seen. Ivy tugged my sleeve. “Mom, why is Grandpa crying?” Then Walter lifted his eyes to us, and I saw he was holding a small pink basket in his shaking hands.