Lucy reached them at last, grabbing Rex’s harness with both hands. “Rex! Enough!” He fought her, barking sharply, eyes never leaving the corner of the church. Vincent grabbed Emma’s arm. “Are you hurt?” “I—I don’t know,” she said, shaken, staring at her torn dress, at Rex, at the chaos spreading through the pews.
“Take him outside,” Vincent snapped. “Now.” Lucy hesitated for half a second—just long enough to look at Emma. Then she hauled Rex back toward the side door. He resisted every step, barking once more as the doors slammed shut behind him. Silence crashed down.