“Sky…”
His voice barely made it out of his throat. It sounded choked. Ragged. Like someone had reached down and grabbed it straight from his lungs.
Xavier stood there, his tux perfect. But there was nothing polished about the way he looked at her.
His eyes were unblinking. His mouth was parted. And the second he saw her, the real her, broken, ruined, smudged with mascara and wrapped in white…he stopped breathing.
Sky walked down the aisle like a ghost who remembered the day she died. There was no grace in her step. No light. Her hands hung stiff at her sides.
Her gown swayed behind her like it didn’t belong to her anymore. She had no bouquet. Her veil was gone. Her lips were cracked, swollen like she had chewed them raw trying to hold back a scream.
Xavier’s chest rose and fell to
