I turned around again. It felt like someone was watching me. I guess someone was. Or else these pictures wouldn't exist. Neither would the ones of James. I had been so happy a second ago, and now I felt like I was on edge.
"So, are you going through with it?" Zach asked.
"What?"
"Marrying your abusive boyfriend?"
"He's not. And you're awfully judgmental. You don't know me or him."
"We're all trying to get to know you."
"Fine. You want to know what I'm going through? His ex wife hit me. That's why I had a bruise on my face. And she's been harassing me. And threatening me. She's doing everything she can to make me call off the wedding. So I don't appreciate you hounding me on this. I don't need anyone else against me. It's exhausting."
"I just meant like, where did you grow up?"
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