The chapel doors were cracked open—just enough for me to hear my sister in white whisper, “She doesn’t know, right?”….

The chapel doors were cracked open—just enough for me to hear my sister in white whisper, “She doesn’t know, right?”. My husband’s voice came back soft and intimate: “Relax. She has no idea.” Then my mother laughed. “She’s too dumb to notice.” My father adjusted his tie like he was proud. Four people. One altar. One plan to move my …