Part 2
For three seconds, nobody moved.
The violinist froze with her bow in midair. Sabrina turned, her diamond earrings flashing, irritation crossing her face before recognition twisted it into panic.
“Grace?” she breathed.
Margaret marched toward me first.
“Security! Get her out. She’s unstable.”
I smiled, calm enough to frighten her.
“Careful, Margaret. There are cameras.”
Ethan leaned close, his voice low and venomous.
“You should have stayed gone.”
“She almost did,” said a man behind me.
Detective Carter Reynolds stepped into the aisle in a dark overcoat, followed by two uniformed officers. The guests began whispering. Sabrina’s father stood from the front row, confused and furious.
Ethan’s face hardened.
“This is harassment.”
“No,” I said. “Harassment is calling hospitals and pretending to be my husband to block visitors. Harassment is forging my signature on a custody petition while I was recovering from hypothermia. Attempted abandonment of an infant in life-threatening weather is something else.”
A ripple of horror moved through the room.
Sabrina laughed too loudly.
“This is insane. She’s jealous.”
I shifted Sophie gently against my chest.
“You texted him the idea.”
Sabrina went white.
I raised my phone.
On the pavilion screen behind the altar, the wedding slideshow changed. Gone were engagement photos and beach kisses. In their place appeared messages.
