Hunter’s P.O.V.
“We will finish all the rituals in the afternoon and will have a reception in the evening. We will go to my parent's grave tomorrow morning,” I said, pausing when I saw that Bethany was not listening to me. I was explaining the whole schedule for our wedding ceremony. “Beth,” I called her in a low tone, but she kept on staring at a blank spot in front of her with a blank gaze. I sighed and slowly scooted myself towards her on the couch in my room. She was sitting with her knees against her chest. I wrapped my hands over her hands. She flinched but relaxed immediately. “You zoned out,” I told her in a low tone while putting my chin at the corner of her shoulder.
“I am sorry…. What were you saying?” she apologized and asked me in a low tone. “That doesn’t matter. Tell me wh
