I would eventually receive a copy.
At the reception, I sat at a table near the windows.
Lauren had arranged a place card for me.
Not a last-minute card with my name written on a napkin.
A proper card, apparently prepared by the staff after Ethan asked.
I appreciated the gesture.
I also noticed the discomfort.
Some people wondered why I hadn’t joined the earlier family gatherings.
Others had seen the interruption at church.
No one asked directly.
For that, I was grateful.
I ate half my dinner.
Then looked for Lauren.
She was speaking with friends.