Emma stood trembling, her wedding dress torn, her heart pounding, the ceremony fractured and restarting around her. And as the music resumed and Vincent guided her forward, one thought refused to let go: Rex hadn’t run at her. He’d been trying to take her somewhere else.
Emma stood at the altar, hands trembling just enough that she had to tighten her grip on the bouquet to steady them. Her dress was torn. Not dramatically—but enough that she could feel it every time she shifted her weight, the fabric tugging where Rex had caught it.