Jude’s,” Harris said.

“But we cannot move until the ceremony begins.

We need him in a public space where his security detail cannot cause a scene.” He won’t cause a scene, I said.

Jonathan hates scenes more than he hates the truth.

I have thought since about how strange it is that the quietest man I ever knew was undone in the loudest possible room, and about how that was not an accident.

We chose the church precisely because it was public, precisely because four hundred witnesses were exactly what a man who kept everything behind locked doors could not survive.