Serena Setter

It was the night of my sixteenth birthday all over again. I was wearing the same dress, and I was out on the balcony. Damien was there, holding me, and dancing with me. “You look beautiful. This is one of my favorite memories of you. Along with the time that we were six and got married underneath the willow tree in my back yard.”

I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t real, Damien. None of this is. We were in love with the idea of each other.”

“I ...