At the front of the church, Crystal was sitting in the first chair on the left with her legs crossed. She was talking to Hannah’s grandmother on her side, a woman I’d met exactly twice. Every once in aWomen’s fashion advice
while, she laughed a little too loudly and touched her perfect hair.
At ten to noon, the organist started playing softly.
The ushers closed the big double doors beside me. The air got warmer. The church got quieter.
Owen came out from a side door with Pastor Jim and his groomsmen. He stood at the front in his dark gray suit, clasping and unclasping his hands. He looked so nervous he might faint. He scanned the crowd, and his eyes passed over the front row, then kept going, and going, until
they got all the way to the back.
He saw me.
His face changed. He frowned. He leaned over and whispered something to his best man.
