- 6.
I bought the house next door, waiting for her,
pleading with her. She wouldn’t budge. On her
wedding day, I watched her get into the car,
beautiful in her white dress. She should have
く
been my bride. As the car drove away, I
crumpled to the ground, clutching my chest.
Losing her hurt more than anything. I didn’t go
to the wedding. I was afraid I’d lose control.
She’d hate me. I hired a local to take me to all
the places Olivia had frequented as a child
—
her elementary school, the street food stalls
she’d raved about. My girl had grown up there,
and there I was, watching her marry someone
else.
