The Wedding Eve, I Received Photos of My Fiancé and Bridesmaid

My phone buzzed just as I was folding the trailing wedding gown back into its dust bag, the zipper jamming for the third time. A picture message from an unknown number. I knew everyone in the photo. Charles was draped over Gay, my best friend, still wearing the twenty-second birthday present I'd given him last week, the silver necklace engraved with my initials. The lighting was dim, but their faces were too clear to mistake. Gay's hair was spread across the pillow, and I'd helped her pick out that pillowcase last month. Pure cotton, pale gray. She'd said it helped her sleep.