My skin breaks out in a sweat as Noah approaches me with caution, worry etched into every line of his face.
“What?” I ask, breathlessly, afraid of his answer.
He leans in close. “They can’t find her, man.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They can’t find Daisy.”
They can’t find Daisy?
What the fuck is he talking about?
Blood rushes in my ears as I pull my eyes away from his, my gaze sweeping the room. They go to Bella, who stands in the aisle, chewing on her nails nervously as a lone tear runs down her face. To Daisy’s mom where she waits in the doorway, her face just as worried as Bella’s. And then back to Noah, who’s expression is the worst one of all.
Pity.
I push past him, not sparing a glance at any of the guests as I make a beeline for the front doors and shove my way through them.
The thumping in my chest carries me toward the bridal suite. I let myself in, scanning the room from left to right as if she might appear in front of me and tell me this was one big misunderstanding.
But she doesn’t.
The room is empty. The only evidence that she was ever here is the belongings that are littered across the room. The tube of lipstick lying on the bed. The shoes scattered on the floor. And the wedding dress hanging proudly in front of the bay window, laughing at me.
Fuck.
***
I’m still on the floor when my bedroom door flies open twenty minutes later and Noah stands in the opening, hiseyes wide and frantic as he takes in the result of my outburst.
“Killian, holy shit.”
“Get out,” I say, but my voice is weak and tortured.
“What did you do?”
“What does it fucking look like?” I gesture to the destruction surrounding me. “I said, get out.”
“No way, man. Not until you tell me why you’re on the floor in a towel with blood dripping from your knuckles.”
I glance down at myself.
Shit.I didn’t even realise that I’m still in my towel.
Lord knows how that held up against my epic breakdown.
I drop my head back against the wall and stare up at the ceiling, a thought swirling around in my brain.
“I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me.”
Noah takes a seat on the floor next to me. “Okay,” he says, sounding apprehensive.
I wet my lips. “When you, uh… when you went to find Daisy. Did she tell you why she left?”
“She told me that she left because she didn’t love you. That she couldn’t go through with the marriage.”
A humourless chuckle leaves me as I roll my head toward him. “We’re already married. Been married the whole time.”
