I stood near the coat rack in the vestibule at First Baptist Church while the choir lowered their hymn books behind the sanctuary doors.

Greg was standing near the double doors, wearing his navy blazer.

Patty was beside him, holding two paper bulletins.

I walked straight up to him before he could head out toward the parking lot.

“The insurance company mailed a notice on Friday,” I said, stopping three feet from his coat sleeve.

“You cashed out the value of our joint policy three weeks ago.”

Patty adjusted her sweater and glanced between us.