Chapter 64: The Most Precious
Lizzie
The living room in Savannah’s house had turned into wedding central without anyone officially declaring it.
Late-afternoon light filtered through the sheer white curtains, catching on the scattered bridal magazines that covered the coffee table. Empty coffee mugs sat forgotten beside half-eaten slices of the lemon cake Savannah had baked that morning—her way of making our dress-hunting session feel like a celebration instead of the chore it was quickly becoming for me.
The twins, Miles and Andrea, played on the thick rug a few feet away, surrounded by colorful blocks and a battalion of stuffed animals. Every few minutes one of them would let out a happy shriek or bang two blocks together, a reminder that life here was never truly quiet, never tr
