I stepped outside. Behind him, Mom called my name. I did not turn around.

Chapter 4 — The Recording

I drove toward the city with both hands steady on the wheel. My wedding dress hung in my parents’ guest room. My overnight bag was packed. My vows were printed on ivory paper and tied with ribbon matching the flowers.

Until that evening, every detail had seemed important. Now they were only scenery around a decision already made.

At the first red light, I called Terrence. He answered on the second ring. “Meline?” He sounded exhausted, hospital noise moving faintly behind him.

“I need to see you.”

“Are you all right?”