Dozens of banquet tables were set up on the lawn.
Nearby, sound equipment from Vivien's wedding planning company was in place.
She had organized our wedding too.
By the sound system sat a young man, engrossed in his phone.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Vivien."
He glanced up, then looked around.
"Vivien isn't here. You might want to check around back."
I thanked him and made my way to the rear of the house.
In the corner, there were three pull-up banners displaying photos of Norris.
Not far off, Vivien was conversing with another woman.
I hurried over and grabbed her by the arm.
"Vivien, where is Norris?"
Vivien looked at Frederic and me in surprise.
"Frederic? Sandi? What are you doing here?"
I tightened my grip on her arm and raised my voice.
"I asked you, where is Norris?!"
She winced, pulling away from me. "Why are you so worked up? You're hurting me!"
She gestured towards the house.
"Norris is inside. He's fine. I just checked on him; he's sound asleep."
Frederic asked quietly, "Vivien, why did you bring Norris here?"
Vivien glanced at me, hesitating before she spoke.