For eighteen months, I had believed my brother was dead.

For fifteen minutes, I had believed my bride had betrayed me.

Now, standing in a bridal suite with Emily’s final letter in one hand and a message from my supposedly dead brother in the other, I realized I had no idea which part of my life had been real.

Vanessa reached for my phone.

I stepped back.

“Don’t,” I warned her.

“Daniel, you can’t go to that boathouse.””

“Why not?””

“Because Ethan is dangerous.””

I stared at her.

“You just told me he was the biological father of my daughter. You told me my wife met him the night she died. You told me he was missing. Now you’re telling me he’s dangerous?””

“Yes.””

“Then give me one reason I should trust you over him.””

She opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

I turned toward the door.

“Daniel, please!”” Vanessa cried.

“At least let me explain everything before you do something stupid.””

I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.

“Everything? You’ve had eighteen months to explain everything.””

“I was protecting Lily!””

“From what? Her own father?””

Vanessa flinched.

I saw it then.

She wasn’t surprised by the question.

She was afraid of the answer.

I left her standing in the bridal suite.

The corridor outside was crowded with wedding guests. Men in dark suits and women wearing bright spring dresses turned toward me as I emerged. A little girl in a pink cardigan was carrying a basket of rose petals. The wedding coordinator hurried toward me with a clipboard pressed to her chest.

“Mr. Morgan, thank goodness! Everyone is waiting. Is the bride ready?””

“No.””

She blinked.

“Excuse me?””

“There won’t be a wedding.””

The words seemed to suck the air from the hallway.

A woman standing near the chapel doors gasped. Someone whispered my name. Another guest immediately raised a phone.

I didn’t care.

“Where is my daughter?”” I asked.

“Your best man took her to the lobby,” the coordinator replied uncertainly.

I hurried downstairs.

Marcus stood beside the entrance, holding Lily’s little pink shoe in one hand and a paper cup of hot chocolate in the other.

My daughter sat on a bench, her feet swinging above the floor.

When she saw me, she jumped down.

“Daddy!””

I caught her in my arms.

“Hey, sweetheart.””

“Are we going home?””

“Yes.””

She searched my face.

“Are you still marrying Aunt Vanessa?””

“No.””

Her small shoulders relaxed.

“Good.””

I swallowed.

“Good?””

Lily nodded solemnly.

“She doesn’t sing the right songs.””

Under any other circumstances, I might have laughed.

Instead, I held her closer.

Marcus approached us.

“What happened upstairs?””

“It’s complicated.””

He looked at the envelope in my hand.

“Is that Emily’s handwriting?””

I nodded.

Marcus had known Emily almost as long as I had. He had been at our wedding, had held Lily minutes after she was born, and had helped me arrange the funeral when I could barely remember my own address.

He took one look at my face and stopped asking questions.

“Tell me what you need.””

“Take Lily to your house. Keep her there until I call you. Don’t let Vanessa near her.””

Marcus glanced toward the stairs.

“Daniel, whatever this is, don’t do it alone.””

“I won’t.””

It was a lie.

I didn’t want him involved until I knew whether my brother was alive and whether someone had killed my wife.

Marcus crouched in front of Lily.

“Princess, how about a sleepover? I’ve got that giant pancake mix you like.””

Lily hesitated.

“Can Daddy come too?””

“Daddy has something important to do,” I said.

“But I’ll come as soon as I can.””

She studied me with the solemnity of a child who had already learned that adults sometimes made promises they couldn’t keep.

“Promise?””

I pressed my forehead against hers.

“Promise.””

She hugged me, then let Marcus lead her toward his car.

Before she disappeared through the glass doors, she turned around.

“Daddy?””

I raised my hand.

“I love you.””

“I love you more.””

She smiled weakly.

Then she was gone.

I stood there until Marcus’s car disappeared around the corner.

Only then did I look at my phone again.

The message was still there.

I’m alive. And if you want to know who Lily’s father really is, meet me at the old boathouse before midnight.

A second message followed.

Come alone. If you bring the police, you’ll never know what Emily was trying to tell you.

I called the number.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then someone answered.

“Daniel.””

The voice was rougher than I remembered, but the way it said my name was unmistakable.

I closed my eyes.

“Ethan?””

A long silence followed.

Then he said, “I’m sorry about Emily.””

My grip tightened around the phone.

“You’ve been missing for three years.””