I sat on the floor, staring at the tray of food near the door. It was a plate of cold toast and a glass of water. They pushed it through the door like I was a dog. Like I was a dangerous animal in a cage.
I hadn't eaten in two days. My stomach hurt, but I couldn't swallow. Every time I tried to eat, I felt like I was going to throw up.
I looked around my old bedroom. It used to be my safe place. Now, it was a prison. The windows were locked. The door was bolted from the outside. Down in the garden, I could see the tops of the white tents. I could see the florists arranging thousands of white roses.
It was my wedding day.
But it felt like the day of my execution.
I pulled my knees to my chest and closed my eyes. All I could think about was Leon.
I saw his face in my mind. I saw his bi
