The wedding had been the kind small towns dream about. White roses lined the aisle of the historic chapel. The bride, radiant in lace, walked toward a groom twenty-seven years her senior who looked at her like she was the only person

in the world. Neighbors smiled, took photos, and whispered that some love stories really do have happy endings. Three days later, the same neighborhood woke up to sirens and flashing lights. The groom, a respected local businessman everyone knew as steady and kind, had collapsed in his kitc…

