Out in the hallway, I stood frozen against the door frame, my wedding gown bunched tight in both hands as the copper bells high in the church steeple began ringing two o’clock.

I pushed the door open until the brass handle hit the plaster wall with a dull thump.

Seth turned around from the folding table by the window, dropping his hand from Heather’s shoulder.

“Who told you I was quitting my job?” I asked.

He blinked twice and straightened the lapels of his dark tuxedo jacket, then laughed once and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Honey, what are you doing out here?