Chapter 19: My Turn

The officers stopped, because Brynn had put herself in front of them.

She stood at the altar in a gown that dragged on the carpet.

Her hospital band shone under the lilies.

"Give me one minute," she said to the detective. "Then take me wherever you want."

The detective looked at me.

I nodded.

Brynn climbed the three steps to the stage and took the microphone out of my hand.

She did not look at me.

She looked at the three hundred faces and swallowed.

"My name is Brynn Holloway," she said. "I was going to marry that man today."

The room was silent.

"Last night I was the one on the edge at the summer house, and he was holding me there.

"If my sister and Malcolm Crowninshield hadn't come, I'd be dead."

A hundred heads turned toward Shane in handcuffs.

He gazed at the ceiling.

"That isn't all of it," Brynn said.

Her voice began to shake.

"Last Saturday, at my engagement party, the east railing broke and I nearly died. It was cut."

"Shane told me beforehand that it was loose. He said Lena would lean on it during the toast and get a broken arm."

A woman gasped.

"I knew," Brynn said. "I didn't know how bad. But I knew it was cut, and I put my hand on my sister's back and tried to steer her toward it.

"She is standing right there. She wouldn't go, and that is the only reason she's alive."

She pointed at me.

Every eye in the ballroom followed her finger.

"At Dad's dinner, I kissed Shane in front of her on purpose.

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