Dad leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “We talk to her. Carefully. We have to be sure she understands what’s at stake without alarming her too much,” he decided, though the uncertainty in his eyes betrayed his calm facade.

A sense of dread filled me as I imagined the conversation. How do you tell someone that the person they just vowed to spend their life with has been living a lie?

The next morning, as the sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood, Emily came by to collect some things. Her eyes sparkled with post-wedding bliss. I exchanged a glance with Dad; the time had come.