Zanders POV

I went to my closet and dropped a shoebox off the top shelf as I was getting ready to head to the tuxedo shop.

“Shit.”

Picking up the box, all its contents are all over my floor, I see my angel’s face looking back at me. The fiery redhead that clouds my thoughts and dreams. Ivy Rose Olson.

Picking up the picture, I feel that lump in my throat again that has become all too familiar when I think of her. I had to put her pictures away because it just brings back the pain I have knowing I hurt her. She was my world.

Maybe Dr. Hottie...