nty courthouse, I sta

pull over? I fe

yed. "Seriously, Sarah

be sick," I gasped,

he last thing he wanted w

to the side

e door, making

ack," I whispered. "I don't wa

ine. But we're doing this tom

, Mark. I'

truck around,

s staying before the wedding, I made

orried eyes. I winked w

was the most devote

as around, I cl

I loved him, how excited I wa

Sunday service, I gushed to Mrs.

t the most wonderful man. I

vely to see young pe

e. Everyone saw me looking a

ention, played his part. The

d no

ch bake sale. It w

ther's table, selling

Jessica s

r eyes blazing. She was visib

we need

us died down. Eve

sica? Is everything alrig

ft pointedly to h

ent throug

n't play innocent with me.

eyes, pure shock on my face.

ing intently, her eye

was p

, I "confided"

clinic in Clearview last week. The one out of town. I didn't want to bel

and. "There, there, de

started i

me as the poor, naive g

ybe *I* was the homewrecker, trying t

us about Jessi

g?" he fumed to me later. "She

, all innocence. "Is there

of course not, sweetheart

ble.

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age wa