That day was supposed to have been his wedding to Claire. He had carefully chosen the date himself. 'If I put enough effort into this, will Claire come back to me?'
Claire's POV:
I had just woken when I heard voices outside my room.
"Get out! The wedding was canceled. Why are you here today? You may look respectable, but who knows what filthy thoughts are running through your head?"
It was my mother's voice.
I left my room and saw Nathan standing at the door. Bruises marked his face, and his hair was a mess. He wore the dark blue suit I had carefully chosen for him several months earlier, with the accessory I had made by hand pinned to his chest.
"Claire..."
He reached toward me. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were red. I could see the conflict and pain in them. 'Is any of it re
