The Groom Who Was Mine

a few minutes later, a cold,

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ee years of agony wer

the city streets, the

ichigan, the dark water

he gave me, a small,

were driving back from a weekend

awled back into the wreckage, risking the car catching fire, j

held all our

mbol of our love

a lie, a heavy w

the silver cold

an human, I threw it as far as I c

lash, swallowed by the lake

, I resigned fro

ked concerned, as

le to speak past th

anymore. Every street, every cor

y, the day he vani

d be my departure d

r, a knock on m

hloe and

Sarah, darling, we were so worried. Y

d her, looking impa

I said, my

nt. "Listen, my birthday is next week, and Michael and I are throwing a little ge

his was a perfectly

oke, his voice dri

ictim. No one forced you to wait

s were l

He called me

the man I once loved