I've been a priest for over twenty years and thought I'd seen it all—until this wedding.I t began like any other Saturday ceremony. The groom was cheerful, guests were smiling, music played softly. Then the bride walked in—graceful, beautiful, but something was off. Her smile was forced, her eyes fixed on me, not her groom. Pleading. I asked for their vows. The groom handed his over. When she gave me hers, her hands trembled. I unfolded the paper and froze. Between the lines of her vows were thr