Another man’s name on the back.
I did the math, and the math was ugly.
Douglas stepped toward me. “I can explain.”
I backed up. “Don’t come any closer.”
He froze.
I looked at the photograph… his hand on Judy’s pregnant belly, then at him, and my knees almost gave out.
“I can explain.”
“Oh my God…” I whispered. “How could you do this?”
“Let’s leave the altar,” he said, low and fast. “Talk privately. Before you destroy our wedding over something you don’t understand.”
Not I’m sorry. Not let me tell you the truth.
He was managing me.
“How could you do this?”
So I stopped the ceremony.
I took Bruce’s hand and walked him out past a hundred and twenty stunned faces, and Douglas followed us into the side hall.
I didn’t even wait for the door to close.
“How did you know my sister?”