Myra pov
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs as I tried to calm my racing heart. The room seemed to close in around me, the walls pressing tighter. "I just need a cup of water," I told Marshall, my voice wavering like a fragile thread about to snap.
"Alright," he said, his smile warm and reassuring, a beacon of stability in my turbulent mind. I watched as he walked out of the room, his steady steps a contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in my head.
The moment he left, anxiety surged back like a relentless tide. This day was supposed to be perfect, a celebration of us, but the weight of everything happening pressed down on me like an iron shackle. My mind was a whirlwind of doubts and fears. Should I tell Marshall about Tyrell? The question ricocheted around my
