I moved toward the back before I could stop myself.
Gina noticed.
“Mom — where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” I said, keeping my tone steady.
“I’ll come with you.”
As we reached the last pew, the woman stood.
“I’ll come with you.”
“Julia?” she said too loudly.
Conversations faltered. Someone froze in the middle of an embrace.
Gina’s hand slipped from mine. “How does she know your name?”