I thought Oaklee was sick—I truly did. I saw the way her face turned green. I heard the heavy breathing and saw the glisten of sweat on her neck. All the signs pointed to her being sick.
So when I gave my little speech, I thought I was speaking the truth. Well, okay, maybe I thought she was hungover, but that still classifies as sick. I knew they should have had the bachelor and bachelorette parties earlier instead of the night before the wedding, but it wasn’t up to me.
I thought Oaklee was sick, until I watched her run out the front door instead of turning toward the bathroom.
She turned to see who was chasing her, and I saw the fear in her eyes.
Oaklee isn’t sick—she’s running, I just don’t know why.
I watch as Oaklee speaks to the limo driver before rounding the limo and head
