She would simply rewrite the entire day before any of them woke up.
The Hours Before Sunrise
At 2:13 in the morning, she sent a message to her older brother Ryan, her cousin Chloe, their wedding coordinator Marissa Doyle, and the hotel manager.
At 2:20, she reserved a second bridal suite under Chloe’s name.
At 2:36, she sent a single message to Ethan.
We need to make some quiet adjustments before tomorrow. Trust me. Please don’t react yet.
His reply came back in under sixty seconds.
I trust you. Tell me what to do.
She read those seven words and felt something settle into place.
Whatever the morning brought, the foundation of what she was protecting was intact.
Building a New Plan by Dawn
Ryan arrived first, just after seven, still in the clothes he had been wearing the day before, carrying coffee for everyone as if he had not driven two hours through the night.
She played him the recording without saying much beforehand.
He listened with his face going very still in the particular way it did when he was angry enough to become quietly, usefully calm.
“You are not going near any of them alone today,” he said.
