Levi, sensing her distress, quickly stood up, his concern evident as he approached her. "Lyse, what happened?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
She shook her head, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. Levi pulled her into his arms and protected her from the probing eyes of the people ar the table.
"I think we should be leaving right now." He announced, "My wife is not feeling fine."
With that, he swept her off her feet and carried her out of the dining room. Jeff got to his feet and hurriedly followed them out.
"I am so sorry, Levi, Lyse," he apologized, his face etched with guilt. "Do you want me to go with you? Are you going to take her to the hospital?"
Levi did not want to speak with Jeff because he felt like his apology was hollow, that he had played a part in Lyse's misery. He regretted insisting that they come for the dinner because now that he had seen Lyse with her family, he wanted to keep them as far away from her as possible.
