Then I remembered the envelope.
I approached Leo and handed it over. “Another love letter?” he joked.
But as he read it, the color drained from his face. His hand trembled. He read it again, slower this time, then folded the letter and placed it back in my hand.
Without a word, he turned and walked out of the reception—and didn’t come back.
I never found out what Amy wrote in that letter. But whatever it was, it changed everything.