Zach's hand holding the phone wouldn't stop shaking. On the screen, at the end of the red carpet, Anna stood in the mermaid gown she'd spent three days picking, arm in arm with a stranger. The two of them walked toward the altar through drifting petals. The camera wobbled; guests stood to clap, others whistled. Laughter and cheers washed over everything; people filmed on their phones, some chanting "Kiss!", some shouting "Congratulations!"
On the screen, Anna turned her head, smiling—bright, natural, a smile he hadn't seen on her in so long. And now she was aiming it at another man.
Zach's nails dug into his palms; the dull sting barely held him together.
Tyler swallowed. "Anna, this is…"
"Who's that guy?" Zach zoomed in on the man's face, squinting for a few seconds—Chris. Anna's chil
