Vivienne’s POV

The hush inside the church feels heavy enough to crush me. In it, my heartbeat sounds obscene—too loud, too fast, too real.

I stay near the side entrance, tucked into the dim edge of the narthex, watching Jonah kneel before the altar like he’s been nailed there.

He’s falling apart. It’s almost breathtaking—beautiful in the most painful way.

Each tear, each strangled breath of Sienna’s name, shreds whatever is left of ...