Chapter 118

• CHAPTER 118 DESOLATION
• Sawyer Mackenzie
• I left the mansion before Megan, as tradition dictated. At every wedding, the groom had to be the first to arrive at the altar, to receive his future wife with proper reverence. But even though we had shared a life together, even though our relationship had overcome obstacles and only grown stronger, I was nervous. There was anxiety I couldn’t shake; it was as if part of me couldn’t quite believe this moment had finally arrived.