Jack's eyes traced the steps of the woman he loved as she ran from the room and out of sight. The family had watched as Peter was left at the altar and then turned to stare at him. In a very short space of time, the rest of his family had jumped from their seats and swarmed the altar. In that moment, he simply could not think about how this was affecting Peter and the rest of his family. There would be time to assess the damage when the dust settled. Time would tell as it always did with these things. He could only think about the woman who'd fled. Jack had to push his way through the crowd to reach the door. She was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she had run. Heck, he'd have run! The question was where had she run to? He alternated between running his fingers through his hair and resting his hands on his hips as he tried to think clearly. Then he had it. There was only one place Lucy would go.