Then she was gone, swallowed by the fluorescent hum of the corridor.
As if she had never existed at all.
I stood there with a paper cup of vending machine coffee, my new ring cold against my finger, trying to breathe.
Then I turned back toward Room 407.
“He’s lying to you.”
I forced a bride’s smile onto my face.
But I couldn’t stop wondering what on earth my childhood sweetheart had hidden beneath his hospital bed.
Ben smiled the second he saw me.
“There you are.”
“I got lost looking for coffee,” I lied.
I forced a bride’s smile onto my face.
