Evan peeked in. “Is Aunt Mara okay?”

She managed a weak smile. “I will be now. Thanks to you.”

He climbed onto her lap, and she held him like he’d saved her life—because he had.

The wedding was over, but Mara’s real life could finally start.

Sometimes the truth doesn’t destroy a family.

Sometimes it saves one.

And sometimes, it begins with a frightened child holding a phone.