With the wedding only a few days away, people from everywhere were starting to arrive. I wasn't nervous about marrying Brax, but I was worried about what kind of people would come. The house was a flurry of activity—with people I hardly knew.
As I moved through the hallway, the soft murmur of conversations and occasional bursts of laughter echoed against the walls. I spotted Jack leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his face partially hidden by the shadows. He looked up just as I was about to pass by and then quickly averted his gaze as if my presence had stung him.
The ache in my heart was becoming unbearable. Jack wasn't just my brother; he was my best friend. Or he used to be. Ever since he arrived, he'd been a ghost—there but not really present, his silence a painful reminde
