The vineyard was too quiet.

It wasn’t the silence of peace, but the silence of a world holding its breath. The valley was wrapped in late-afternoon sunlight, warm and golden, with vines swaying lazily in the soft wind. It should have felt safe. It should have felt like home. But to Jason, every shadow seemed to lean too close, every flutter of leaves sounded too much like footsteps.

And yet…Leah was walking toward him.

The world could collapse tomorrow and he wouldn’t care, not with this vision coming down the narrow aisle: Leah in the same ivory silk dress she had once tried to wear in a wedding that had...