The Night Before Wedding

She woke on the morning of her wedding with a straight finger and seven years of warning. In the life Wynn Ashcroft has already lived, she married Julian Fenwick at twenty-four. She was told at twenty-eight that she could not have children. She buried both her parents at thirty, after a boating accident that nobody investigated properly. And she spent eleven years raising a boy she was told was a cousin's orphaned child.
She found out what her husband was on the last Thursday of her life, from a nurse with an armful of charts, in a room with a brick wall in the window. Now it is the morning of the wedding again. The tent is on the lawn. Her mother is downstairs arguing about chairs, and her mother has been dead for twenty-one years. Wynn has twelve hours, no proof of anything, and one advantage that nobody can take from her: she knows exactly what he is going to do.
She is not going to stop the wedding. She is going to put on the dress, walk up the aisle in front of two hundred and sixty people, take the microphone, and cancel it - without accusing him of a single thing. And ten minutes later, something she did not arrange is going to arrive on four hundred phones at once, and she is going to realise that she is not the only person in that garden who has been waiting for this day.
A story about a woman whose greatest advantage turns out to be almost worthless, and who has to win the second time in daylight, by asking people questions.