Amelia woke up before the sun had even risen, the early light creeping through the curtains of the bedroom.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of sleep pulling her back under, but she couldn’t stop the thoughts that flooded her mind, reeling like an endless loop.

The first image that hit her was from the day before, at the dress shop. She had been standing in front of Logan Steele, draped in white, admiring how perfectly the wedding gown fit her.

She was supposed to feel happy, but all she could think about was the empty spot next to her. Logan had walked out, leaving her alone, as if...