Olandria
Four days.
In ninety-six hours, my sister, Eva, would walk down a rose-petaled aisle and tether her life to the only man I had ever truly loved. Julian.
I stood on the porch of their house, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I shouldn't be here. I knew that.
Every time I saw Julian, my brain turned into a loop of every time he’d had me pinned against a wall, every time his low, raspy voice had whispered filth into my ear, and every time his hazel eyes had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth consuming.
We were supposed to be the "endgame." But then came the scholarship, the move across the ocean, and the agonizing distance that eventually snapped us in two.
I came home for Christmas expecting a quiet family dinner, only to find Ju
