He was smiling widely as he looked out over the big crowd of laughing guests on the lawn below.

“Look, they’re ready for the toasts inside,” Ethan called down.

He rubbed his neck with his left hand.

A few guests spun around toward him, quickly lowering their phones.

The cruel laughter faded into dead silence.

Ethan stopped rubbing his neck.

His left hand sank slowly to his side.

He looked down at the lawn.