Lily's POV

Six months ago, I couldn't imagine standing here. Six months ago, I was still waking up screaming. Still flinching when doors closed too loudly. Still checking locks three times before bed and keeping a baseball bat within arm's reach.

But today, I'm standing in a garden filled with roses and string lights, wearing a soft rose-colored gown that flows like water around my feet, waiting to marry the man who saved my life in more ways than one.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Thomas asks softly beside me, and I squeeze his arm.

My father. The word still feels strange and wonderful on my tongue. Thomas Bennett, with his kind...