Ava’s POV

One year.

It had been exactly one year since I walked down that aisle in a dress that shimmered like moonlight, my heart pounding so hard I was afraid it might leap from my chest.

One year since I saw Logan standing at the end of the aisle, eyes glassy, hands trembling, his entire being radiating a love so powerful I felt it before he even spoke his vows.

One year since we said, "I do."

And now

I stood barefoot in the center of our kitchen, staring at a stick that would ...