Walk down the aisle, and we’ll sort the rest out on Monday.”

“No,” I said.

“We’re sorting it out right now.”

I pushed past him and walked straight through the heavy side exit doors into the church parking lot.

The bright afternoon air hit my face as I stepped onto the asphalt, holding the hem of my white dress up off the gravel.

Seth followed me down the concrete steps, his heavy dress shoes scuffing the pavement.

“Where are you going?” Seth demanded, his voice dropping any pretense of warmth.