FORTY-THREE
"I can't do this without you." Six simple words that were the reason Xan found herself standing on North Beach, beside a white carpet, with Jason clinging to her arm like a terrified toddler. A toddler with a very firm grip.
She should have been sorting out details, decorations, last minute menu changes or whatever else needed to be done, but she kept her promise and stood at Jason's side while the woman he'd loved for most of his life walked down the aisle in a ruby-coloured wedding dress. Its Middle-Eastern style, heavily embroidered in white and gold, suited the diminutive bride. She wore no veil, so her dark hair gleamed in the sun, pinned and curled so that it fell to just above shoulders.
Her fingers rested on her father's arm as he walked beside her, but her eyes wer
