Wait.
I sit up in bed at three AM, heart racing. Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.
"Liam," I shake him awake. "Liam, we're already married."
He blinks at me, confused and half-asleep. "What?"
"We got married. Six months ago. On the rooftop. We're already married." I'm spiraling now, can feel it happening. "This chapter doesn't make sense. We're past the wedding. We're on our honeymoon. We came back. Victoria died months before we even got married. The timeline's completely wrong."
"Vi." He's fully awake now, sitting up. "What are you talking about?"
"The story. Our story. It's all out of order. Victoria died in chapter eighty. We got married in chapter eighty-nine. But now we're in chapter ninety-four and suddenly you're asking if I'm having pre-wedding panic?" I'm breathing
