BROOKE.

I went back one more time.

Thirty-six hours before the ceremony I stood in front of the mirror in the apartment I shared with Daniel and watched myself become a stranger. The woman in the reflection still wore his ring. She still had a white dress waiting in a garment bag. She still had vows memorized and a future mapped out in seating charts and shared bank accounts.

She also still had Nolan’s bruises fading on her hips and the memory of his cock so deep inside her she had forgotten her own name.

I told Daniel I needed one last night alone to clear my head. He kissed...