During My Daughter’s Wedding, She Slipped Me a Note Saying “Dad, Help Me” — What We Exposed Stopped the Ceremony Cold

again.

This time her voice carried something different.

Excitement.

“Frank,” she said.

“Yes?”

“I think your instincts were right.”

My stomach tightened.

“What did you find?”

“Not enough yet.”

I almost laughed.

“That’s becoming a theme.”

“But I found someone.”

“Who?”

“One of Gavin’s former fiancées.”

I sat up straighter.

“Rebecca?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“She wouldn’t go on record.continue reading …