whether to wear her hair up or down.
The only thing she kept strangely private was her dress.
She wanted the first time I saw it to be when she walked down the aisle.
That seemed normal.
Her mother went shopping with her. One bridesmaid attended a fitting. Garment bags appeared and disappeared around our apartment, and I was repeatedly warned not to look inside.
So I had no reason to suspect anything unusual.
The morning of the wedding, I woke before my alarm.
My brother, Aaron, was my best
