Liam
Evelyn had not been found.
Jonathan brought a report about the helicopter that had taken her from the packhouse, but she wasn’t in it.
Where the hell was she?
I looked around the island. The air felt suffocating. Guests shifted in their seats, murmuring. Elizabeth kept crying. I could feel the thunder of my heartbeat.
“Alpha?” Jonathan suddenly called, though he wasn’t looking at me when he did. His eyes were fixed on the projector screen placed just above the wedding altar, the same one lazily looping Evelyn’s bridal shower photos for the guests. He was pointing at it. That’s when I saw it. The sudden flicker, on and off, before it finally went dark.
“What’s happening?” a guest asked.
“Did it cut out?” another whispered.
The screen flickered back on but this time it wasn’t Ev
