At my ex’s wedding, the bride declared into the microphone, “I saved him from his past life with her.” Guests clapped and raised their glasses—until a waitress approached, removed her uniform hat, and said, “I’m his daughter. There’s something you should know.” The bride’s face changed instantly.
When the envelope first landed on my kitchen counter, I ignored it. For nearly a week it sat there, unopened, an unwelcome reminder of a...