Chapter 14

• Grace POV
• I slid into the car and spat out my destination, cold as ice: “Casa Hotel. Fastest route.”
• The city outside the window blurred into long streaks of light as we sped through the streets. My fingers clenched the soft fabric of my wedding dress resting on my lap. The trembling in my body finally eased, replaced by a numb, frozen resolve. The window became a mirror to my past, reflecting fragments of shattered memories.