As I listen to the minister solemnly speak at Amanda’s funeral, Brandon stands next to me wearing his tailored Armani black suit, holding my hand tightly for support. When he squeezes it, I glance quickly at him before I look up at the dark clouds. Noting that it is a very somber day, I wonder if this won’t cloud our wedding plans after all. How could it not?

Three days have passed since she was shot and killed, and I still haven’t heard anything about her children. When I contacted a lawyer, he tried to find out where they were taken but all the records have been tightly sealed, so...