“Sister.”

The bride stared at her mother.

“What?”

Her father closed his eyes.

Her groom stepped toward her.

“Please… let me explain.”

She backed away from him.

“You knew?”

He said nothing.

That was enough.

Her mother reached for her hand.

“Her name is Claire.”

The bride pulled away.

“Whose daughter is she?”

Her father finally spoke.

“Mine.”

The entire wedding seemed to stop breathing.

The bride looked at him.

“You had another family?”

“No.”

Her mother answered for him.

“Claire was born before we were married.”

The bride looked confused.

“Then why hide her for twenty-seven years?”

Her mother’s face crumpled.

“Because we were told she died.”

Jake slowly lowered his phone.

The groom whispered,

“She didn’t.”

The bride turned on him.

“How do YOU know?”

He swallowed.

“I found her six months ago.”

The bride stared at him.

“You’ve been seeing my secret sister behind my back?”

“To help your mother.”

Her mother nodded through tears.

“I asked him to.”

The bride looked toward Jake.

“Then why did you stop my wedding?”

Jake’s expression changed.

“Because Claire told me something yesterday.”

The father suddenly stepped into the aisle.

“Enough.”

Jake ignored him.

“She said your fiancé wasn’t the first person in this family to find her.”

The bride looked at her father.

“What does that mean?”

Her mother went pale.

Jake held up another video.

On-screen, Claire sat inside the Fifth Street apartment.

Crying.

Her voice came through clearly.

“My father knew exactly where I was.”

The bride stared at her dad.

He couldn’t meet her eyes.

Then Claire’s recording continued.

“And the reason he kept me hidden…”

Her father lunged for the phone.

Jake pulled it away.

The bride shouted,

“WHY?!”

Jake looked at her.

“Because Claire knows what really happened the night you were born.”