(Sanya's POV)
Aaron is dead.
He's been dead for two months.
Since the night we were supposed to meet.
The night I stood on that empty road with my suitcase at my feet, waiting and waiting and waiting for him to come, my heart breaking a little more with each passing minute, each car that drove past without stopping, each hour that brought me closer to the moment my brothers would find me and drag me back, and he never came because he couldn't come because he was already dead, already burned alive by my brothers who hated him for loving me, who killed him for the crime of wanting to build a life with their sister.
And I hated him for it.
I hated him for abandoning me, for breaking his promise, for leaving me to face my brothers alone, for letting them drag me into a marriage with a mo
