[Jonathan was like sunshine most days, but the surety that they'd been wed didn't quite soothe the concern in her heart. She raised an eyebrow at him.]

Good; I was worried something... had happened before then.

[Jonathan would never be so cruel or ungentlemanly to leave her at the altar, or throw her over for someone else, so at least there was that. She smoothed out her skirt under her as she sat, taking her hand from his pocket. She patted the seat beside her.]

Jonathan, you look as if you're marching to the gallows. Sit with me and explain everything. I am ready to hear everything.

[She wasn't, but that could be quickly smoothed over. The weight of her worries sank into her stomach like a stone.]