Winter’s POV

With only days left before the ceremony, I barely recognized my reflection. My cheeks had hollowed, my eyes dulled, my body felt like something fading rather than living.

By the evening before the last day before my wedding, my phone began to ring.

I saw his name light up the screen.

I let it ring.

That was phase four of the plan. Silence. Distance. Giving Fadel more reason to worry.

He called again. And again. And again.

The screen filled with missed calls until the number ...