The Night Before Our Anniversary Dinner, One Message on His Forgotten iPad Revealed My Fiancé, My Sister, and My Parents Had Turned My Wedding Into a Plan to Take Everything

My hand froze on the counter.

It was not just any suitcase. It was Tiffany’s suitcase. Limited edition, ridiculous, more expensive than luggage had any right to be. I knew because Tiffany had sent me seventeen screenshots of it and then cried over brunch when I told her she did not need another travel set. I caved three days later and had it shipped to my parents’ house. My mother had called me generous. Tiffany had hugged me for Instagram and then peeled away before the picture finished taking.

I kept my voice level. “Is someone with you?”

“What?” Brett said too fast. “No. Just the team.”

“Brett.”