in a suit, a very nice suit, but it felt stiff and unfamiliar. My head had a dull ache, and a profou

Miller," the man said cheerful

ing hole. It was like trying to look at a photograph that had been burned away in the center. I knew my name was Ethan Miller. I knew I was an architect. But th

tart," the man added, mist

emember a name. A wave of anxiety washed over me. I was being guided down a long hallway, toward the sound of soft o

overwhelming. The scent of the flowers was cloying, almost sickening. I looked at

plete stranger to me. As she got closer, a fleeting image flashed in my mind-the same woman, her hair messy, laughing with another man in a kitchen. It was there

cold. She smiled at me, a brilliant, practiced smile.

e fragments in my mind. The smell of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something sharp, felt vaguely fa

should not be joined in holy matrimony

s hung in the air. T

e from the back

a defiant look on his face. He had a small, healing cut on his cheek. I did

as K

down the aisle toward us. "Don't marry him

spread through the church. The woman beside me,

d see the panic, the anger, but also... desire. She was torn. She lo

you said he wouldn't even remember. You said he'd be standing here li

feeling cold. She took a half-step toward Kyle, her eyes locked on his.

n she m

t look back at me. She ran down the aisle, right into Kyle's waiting a

was a profound sense of betrayal, even though I didn't understand why. I felt like I had b

ified. The room started to spin, the faces of the guests blurring into a whirlwind of color and sou