“Oh no?” Sarah’s smile turned cruel as she pulled out her phone. “Then how do you explain these?”
She held up the screen, and my world collapsed all over again. There they were: James and Sarah, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing in what looked like a hotel room. Another photo showed them holding hands in a restaurant I didn’t recognize.
“He loved me,” Sarah declared, her voice carrying across the silent room. “He was planning to leave you for me. We were going to tell everyone, but then—” She choked up, tears streaming down her face. “Then the accident happened and all our plans…”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My body moved on autopilot—gathering my purse, pushing past the whispering guests, stumbling out to my car. I heard Mom calling after me, but I was already backing out of the driveway.