I should have trusted my instincts the second Amy asked to speak with me alone. She was already in her wedding dress—white silk clinging like it had been spun from moonlight, her hair swept up with tiny pearls scattered like stars. But her hands trembled when she handed me the envelope. Cold. Steady. Final. “Give this to Leo after the ceremony. Not before. Not during. After.” I stared at the envelope. It didn’t look dangerous—just plain white, her name written in her clean, elegant script. But the weight of it felt unnatural, as if it carried more than paper….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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