first flight at dawn. He hauled me out of bed to fix his

aos dies down, I'll take you to that new

oon if he can. Little by little, he wore down my walls, making me love him mor

head, blamed work, dodged his questions. For a

rds, just two photos. Stephan and Amelia, slipping into the sa

nts ex

w they'd b

k then, and he still wa

man. You ca

pushed

on't mea

er shot b

re. Stic

at 2 a.m. Minutes

my chest was squeezed tight, breath coming

me move: Stephan and Amelia, always a few steps apart. Then, to twist

ays brings

n my sleep. It's been rottin

lot, but I never cut her

an's arm around her shoulders, his cologne practicall

d him with one text. W

hating me into finding a mate, a

ied, Yara-Stepha

ys second pla

stared at that photo, over and over,

d about for years?

ments like a weapon. So yeah-I did what

skipped every pack cooko

ays. Couldn't eat, c

ring myself, waiting for the

nging to hope-until Amelia's

elry designer, she didn't need d

got news! You two look perfect-