And something changes within me.
I feel it before my brain remembers.
I know this song.
I heard it a million times when I was young.
Specifically, I heard it that time?—
My stomach drops into my ass.
No.
No, no,no.
Edward snaps at me in an attempt to get my attention, but it’s too late. I risk a glance at Leo, confusion and panic on his face only growing as he watches whoever is walking toward us.
And I tune into the murmuring happening behind me. To the confused chuckles.
And my whole body stills as a deep voice tells everyone to rise.
It wasn’t even the bride walking down the aisle. What the?—
The song pauses as I hear people stand. I can see almost all my groomsmen looking at me wildly, Emmett trying as hard as possible to tame the shit-eating grin on his face.
I feel like I’m the butt of a joke.
I close my eyes, heart pounding. Hands sweating.You can’t do this,my brain screams.
The music starts again at the climax of the song. The very moment I’veexperiencedbefore. As a kid. When everyone would joke that we’d?—
Edward gestures for me to turn.
And I do.
Slowly.
Everything comes to a stop.
The music stops. The people fade. My ears ring as I feel pressure in my neck; a creeping sensation that makes my chest ache.
Amara Flores stops too, her face twisted in confusion.
My eyes start to water.
Because I have never seen anyone look so perfect.
Gasping for air, tears spill over, and I feel someone’s hands on me, keeping me upright.
“I’m not dead, right?” I whisper.
“Not dead, but definitely look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Leo says.
None of them know.
Well, they know her. Of course, they know her. The black cat who has tried her hardest to resist their friendship.
The one who doesn’t like going to games.
