The silence on the line changed. “You’re sitting with a man?”

Maddie stared at the phone. Then she laughed — it began as one shocked breath and grew into something full and uncontrollable, bouncing off the chandeliers and the empty dance floor.

“You left me three hours before our wedding, and now you’re jealous of a waiter?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You asked who he was.”

“I’m trying to understand what you’re doing.”