The last few years had been quiet—no calls, no messages. Albert lost touch with her too, and Gwen didn’t push him to reconnect. It was easier that way. No arguments, no pretending. Now, they were about to share space again, and Gwen hoped only for civility. A few days of grace, nothing more than that.
She parked outside the church and took a deep breath. The conversations ahead would be about flowers, photos, and seating plans—but underneath it all, tension waited. Gwen adjusted her bag on her shoulder, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. For now, the focus was getting through the day.