“Don’t worry. You’ll be there for Oaken’s real wedding.” His real wedding. The light, fluttery feeling in my chest turned to lead. There was nothing incorrect about what Magnolia had just said. Nothing at all. I wasn’t his real wife. That hadn’t been a real wedding. His real wedding, with the wife he would love for the rest of his life, would come after I was long gone. But for some reason, this wasn’t as comforting a notion as it should have been. It didn’t seem to comfort Killian, either.
