PART 2 OF 14
The Wrong Villain
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The chapel did not know what to do with us.
People moved aside because Ethan moved through them.
He was still wearing the tuxedo.
One cuff was undone.
His jacket had a white rose pinned to the lapel, and the stem had broken so that the flower hung at an angle.
I walked beside him with my hand in his.
His hand was warm.
Mine was cold.