Margaret Callahan’s words hung in the church like thunder.
“She saved your life, Emily.”
Every head turned toward me. The organ had stopped, the photographer lowered his camera, and even the flower girl looked confused.
My sister stood frozen at the altar, her bouquet trembling in her hands.
Then Margaret stepped into the aisle and said, “This woman went into a burning house and carried her little sister out. Those scars are the price she paid.-
