Emma didn’t smile. She watched Daniel instead. Daniel wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t looking at Vincent. He was watching the man in the back row. And that was when Emma knew she couldn’t do this. “Wait,” she said gently.The officiant paused. Vincent turned toward her, startled.
“I’m sorry,” Emma said, already stepping back. “Just—one moment.” A ripple of murmurs followed her as she moved away from the altar. She offered a quick, apologetic smile to the front rows as she passed, then turned toward the church entrance. Rex was there.