EVELYN
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air. Where was I?
My lashes fluttered open. But instead of the one face I longed to see—the face I should have woken up to as a bride—all I saw were harsh fluorescent lights above me and women dressed in white, presumably nurses, moving around.
I blinked rapidly, my hands flying to my wedding dress. I grabbed a handful of the fabric. The satin was wrinkled, stained with dirt but I was still in it.
I struggled to sit up.
“Where… where am I? Where’s Liam?” I asked, but no one answered.
“Hello?” I called, louder this time.
One of the nurses turned to me. Gently pushing me back against the pillows, she said, “Miss, you need to rest—”
I stopped her before she could finish.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” I shoved her hand away. “Today is my w
