THE END
The wedding wasn’t in a cathedral. It wasn’t even in the city.
It was on a small stretch of coastline in Greece with white sand, soft wind, and the same cerulean sea where they’d once promised nothing to each other but time.
The same place where they’d begun to remember who they were beneath the wreckage. No photographers.
No press. Just a few close friends, her sister, his therapist at Liana’s insistence and a justice of the peace who kept smiling like she couldn’t believe who she was marrying off.
Liana had chosen a simple ivory slip dress. Bare shoulders, hair down, no veil. Dominic wore an open-collar shirt, the sleeves rolled. For once, he looked entirely human.
He couldn’t stop staring at her. When she reached him, her hand steady in his, he whispered, “You look like
