All I wanted was a weekend with our friends and family on an island where Timothy and I could tie the knot in peaceful bliss. I pictured walks on the beach, romantic dinners, couples' massages. Instead, I'd found myself staggering up a beach alone, the rapidly fading sun at my back as I called after a bird as if he knew his own name. It was dark for a while, but when light cut through the blackness, I nearly sobbed in relief. Timothy was there. But now that we're back in our villa safe and sound, something's still wrong. "Stop it," I say again, pushing away his hands. Since the...