I CAME EARLY TO HANG FAIRY LIGHTS AND CHILL THE CHAMPAGNE. INSTEAD, I FOUND MY SISTER’S HUSBAND NAKED IN HER BATHTUB—WITH THE WOMAN SHE TRUSTED MOST.
I arrived at my sister’s house with hydrangeas, votive candles, three extra folding chairs, and the naïve conviction that the worst thing waiting for me that afternoon would be whether the cake survived the drive. I was two hours early on purpose. Emily turned thirty-six that day, and I had spent a week helping plan…