By then, the decision no longer belonged to me. Daniel was the one who had to make it.
He stood beside Emily at the altar, but he was no longer looking at her like a groom waiting for the ceremony to begin.
He was looking at her like a man who had just discovered a locked door inside the person he planned to marry.
Margaret remained standing in the front row.
“She saved your life, Emily.”
Her voice had not been loud.
It had not needed to be.
Daniel turned first toward his mother, then toward me, then back to Emily.
“What does she mean?”
Emily tightened both hands around her bouquet.
“Daniel, this is not the time.”
“It became the time when you told your sister to move.”
The photographer near the aisle lowered his camera.
The organist’s hands rested motionless above the keys.
I hated being the center of it.
That might sound strange after what Emily had done, but humiliation does not become easier just because people finally understand who caused it.
