I drove to the venue with the kids buckled in the back, my hands shaking on the wheel. Inside, the music had stopped. Chloe stood on the small stage in her blue dress, holding the microphone with both hands. Trevor’s smile was frozen, my sister’s bouquet drooped, and two hundred guests stared. “I have a present for Dad,” Chloe said clearly. “He told me never to touch his phone, but I found something.”

Behind her, the large screen flickered, and a photo appeared. It was Trevor and my sister in a hotel lobby, dated long before I ever suspected. Then another photo, then a message thread. My cousin gripped my arm. Trevor lunged toward the stage, but a groomsman stepped in his way. Chloe took a breath and said, “And this last one is the one Mom does not know about yet.”