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his best friend, Sean, dance with his new wife. It was supposed to be a happy da

y. Averie would lean in, whispering in Donnie's ear, her hand resting o

pped" near Holden, stumbling dramatically and crying out, clutching h

lden. "What is wrong with you?" she had hissed, cradling Donnie's head in her

s Sean's mother, Mrs. Hayes, pulled him away, mu

s pocket. A text from an un

s a v

y button, a sense of dread coi

ned down, and his stomach lurched. She was in a hotel room, tangled in the sheets w

she whispered in the video, her voi

hter echoed f

it hit the floor. His heart felt like a block of ice in his chest. It wasn'

pocket, his knuckles white. He nee

it, but a soft hand on his a

, her voice a soft p

a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Crab puffs. Holde

nd away. It was a quick, instinctive gestu

with a flicker of confusion, as if her own body had betrayed her. She rem

so fragile, he could

gh. "Sean must have told me. I must

waist and pulling her flush against him. He kissed her n

onnie murmured, his ey

thing. Not anger, not sadness. Just a profound, hollow emptiness. The man she was pr