He sounded relieved, and then wounded.

He asked how I could humiliate him in front of two hundred people.

I told him I had not intended to perform a public confrontation; I had walked into the sanctuary because I needed to stop the ceremony and because I’d been afraid of leaving Mabel alone in a back room while I found him.

‘You could have spoken to me privately,’ he said.

I agreed.

I wished I had stopped much earlier, when the warning signs were smaller.