“Hello?” I said, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear as I reached for the dish towel.

“Ma’am, it’s Rick Brennan. David and Jessica’s wedding photographer.”

His voice did not match the easy, charming professional I remembered from that day. It was tighter now, strained, like every word had been dragged over gravel before it reached me.

“Oh. Hello, Rick. Is everything okay?” I asked.

There was a pause, just long enough for my heart to start beating faster.

“Ma’am, I found something in the photos. Come to my studio tonight. Please don’t tell your son yet. You need to see this first.”