I heard movement all through the church. Whole rows of guests stood up. By the time I reached the doors, most of them were following me out.
Behind me, Nick shouted, panic breaking through at last.
“You can’t just leave!”
I turned back one final time.
Nick and Lori were still standing near the altar, surrounded by vendors demanding payment.
Nick’s father was shouting at my mother. My own father stood nearby with a face full of judgment.
Luego me giré hacia la luz del sol y salí.
Ya había hecho lo que vine a hacer.
Expuse su crueldad.
Me aseguré de que los responsables afrontaran las consecuencias.
Y por primera vez en mucho tiempo, eso se sintió bien.
