Right here at the wedding altar, Jasper stared at Monica standing before him, glowing in her wedding dress, her smile sweet and blinding. The whole sight seared his eyes.
"No. I have to go find her."
"Jas!" she cried out in frantic alarm, followed by the low, scolding growls of his parents. "Jasper! Where are you going? Get back here! The wedding isn't over yet!"
But none of them registered. None of their shouts penetrated the fog clogging his brain.
His brain hummed like a trapped beehive, and an invisible hand squeezed his heart so tight he could barely breathe. Panic coiled hot and heavy in his chest.
This panic had been quietly sprouting the day Ella said 'no' to his proposal.
Now, standing face to face with Monica in her wedding dress, it finally burst free, wild and unstoppab
