A yellow checkered cab pulls up in front of the church. I hike up my enormous crinoline skirt and trip into the backseat. Troy runs outside as I slam the car door.

“Maeve! Wait!”

I knock frantically on the plastic partition.

“Go. Now. Please.”

The cab driver speeds off, leaving Troy and everything else behind. I look at my reflection in the window. My makeup is a mess. I sniffle and wipe my nose on my arm.

“Where to?”

“The closest place that serves alcohol.”

“You got it.”

I stare vacantly at the horizon but I don’t see any of it. I just keep replaying that horrible moment in my...