He turned down a side road I didn’t recognize and stopped in front of a small white chapel tucked behind hibiscus bushes.
My breath caught.
Nate stepped inside.
I crossed the road slowly, heart pounding so hard I felt it in my throat. I slipped off the path and into the landscaping, letting the leaves scratch my legs. I didn’t feel a thing.
Inside, candles flickered. The air smelled like tuberose and lies.
And at the front—standing in white—was Kayla.
Not a swimsuit. Not a cover-up. A short white dress. A bouquet in her hands. Nervous. Excited. Ready.
Nate moved beside her like it was natural.
Like this was planned.
Part 3 — The Voices That Killed the Last Bit of Hope
I stayed outside the open doorway, hidden by shadow and ivy, watching my own life get rewritten.
