2 Days Before Our Wedding, I Reached Behind My Fiancé’s Childhood Couch to Grab My Phone; What I Pulled Out Instead Made Me Call the Authorities Instead of Walking Down the Aisle

It belonged to his aunt Margaret.

So did the driver’s license, phone, credit cards, and signed blank checks I’d just pulled from a dusty pink backpack behind Nathan’s childhood couch.

The doorknob moved.

Margaret had been gone for hours.

Nathan was the last person known to have seen her.