(Sean's POV)
I don't know why I turn around.
Something pulls at me — a voice, a laugh, a shape in the corner of my eye that my brain flags before my thoughts catch up. I turn, and there she is.
Rebecca.
She's standing two rows behind me, pressed against a man I don't recognize. His hand on her waist, their faces close enough to share a breath. He's holding her like she belongs to him. She's looking up at him like she's forgotten anyone else is in the room.
Something hot flares in my chest. Sharp. Sudden.
"Sean?" Hannah touches my arm. "What are you—" She follows my gaze. Her hand tightens on my sleeve. "Isn't that Rebecca?"
"Yes."
"Why is she... who is that man?"
I don't answer. The man lets go of Rebecca's waist and steps back, and they separate, and the moment breaks. But I saw
