Kat:
I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked over at Shay.
She was glowing—my Shay, finally back on her feet without needing help, walking like she hadn’t spent months in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Strong and steady and stubborn as hell, just like always. Except softer now, too. Her eyes had changed since Phoenix was born. They held more fire and more fragility all at once, like the universe had stretched her heart wider.
And now she was getting married.
“Can you believe it?” she said as we stepped into the small bridal boutique, a little hidden gem just outside of town. “Me. A wife.”
I laughed. “I mean, yeah. You’ve been married in spirit since you served that man that first glass of whiskey.”
She rolled her eyes but grinned, the kind of smile that had always made me feel saf
