I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

card too?”

Silence.

His face lost whatever politeness had been left in it.

“Did you?”

Emily looked at the table. Which was answer enough.

Greg closed his eyes once. Hard.

Then he handed my phone back with two fingers, like it might burn him. “How many people have copies of this?”

“Just me,” I said. “And if I decide to file tonight, then the bank, the vendors,continue reading …