GLORIA

I tapped my lap nervously, over and over, as if the rhythm could steady my racing heart. My eyes moved to my husband at the pulpit, as he preached. My chest rose and fell too quickly, and every breath felt like it might give me away.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

My thighs pressed together, my palms wet against the fabric of my dress. I stood abruptly, forcing a faint smile when a few heads turned in my direction. With steady, quiet steps, I slipped down the aisle, my heels clicking ...