- 16.
Ethan came one last time, the day before the
wedding. His shirt was blood–soaked, each step
leaving a crimson mark. Julian shielded me, preventing him from getting close. Ethan gave a weary smile. “Amelia, everyone who hurt you is gone. Now, I’m going too.” A pang of sadness hit me. How had things come to this? He’d asked to see me in prison. I’d refused. I walked down the aisle, hand–in–hand with Julian,
towards my future. The dandelion had landed. This time, I wouldn’t look back.
