Hazel POV
I couldn’t take it anymore.
After the latest attack, our house looked like a war zone. Broken glass still littered the floor even after we tried to clean. Lucas could barely move without wincing. Mom kept jumping at every small sound. And I… I was drowning.
I sat on the edge of my bed that night, staring at the simple white dress I had just bought from a second-hand shop with the last of my savings. It wasn’t fancy. No lace, no crystals, no elegance like the ones Callie was probably trying on right now. It was plain cotton, a little loose around my growing belly, but it was white.
Wedding white.
I ran my fingers over the soft fabric, my hand trembling.
For days I had been breaking. Crying in secret. Throwing up every morning. Lying to the people I loved most. Watching my fa
