nt, looping track in my mind. I was wrong. I tried to push them away, focusing instead on the list of wedding e

n, the little bell above the door chimed. And there he was. Liam. He was standing at the count

e said, hi

my tone flat. "What

aid, gesturing vaguely towards the counter. It was a

edly, walking past him to the counter. I wanted to

Gable, greeted me warmly. "Miss Davis! They'

cream-colored cardstock. Mr. and Mrs. Miller request the honor of your presence at th

?" Liam asked

held it in his hands, his thumb tracing my name

his voice strained. He wasn't looking a

he invitation back and placing

yes on my back. I just wanted to get out of there, to escape the suff

ound of crunching metal. I instinctively flinched, turning towards the sound. Through the large s

, the spiderweb of cracks spreading across his windshield. There

cked the air from my lungs. I stumbled, the box of invitations flying from my hands,

eezed my eyes shut, burying my face in Liam's chest as the sound of the crash filled the small shop. Th

only by the tinkling of a few remaining shards of glass falling to t

voice was rough, close to my

rong, steady beat of his heart under my cheek. For a moment, I let myself feel the safety of

ow. People were shouting outside. I pushed against his chest

d again, his eyes scann

s torn at the knee, and there was a small cut on my arm from

see a cut on his temple, a thin li

car had come to a stop just a few feet from where I had been stan

" I whispered,

, his eyes dark and inten

some of them spattered with small drops of blood from his cut. A symbol of my perfect, planned future, now a ruined