You’re not supposed to be wandering the hallway in your gown ten minutes before the organist starts.”

“Answer me, Seth,” I said.

Heather looked back and forth between us, her lips pressed tightly together, her phone held against her hip.

“Natalie, Seth told me you brought this up last Sunday.

He said you felt awful about my situation after Colin moved out and offered to step in and watch the kids.”

“I never said that,” I said.

“Not last Sunday, and not ever.”