Ten more days and she would be Robert’s wife. Ten days! It seemed impossible. For six months now, her father had gone about making wedding plans, and she’d done nothing to stop him. It had given him something to think about in the wake of his wife’s death, and Amy hadn’t found the strength to fight him. It had all seemed so very far away. But now her wedding day was almost here. Every morning she woke up wishing it were no more than a bad dream. She had to find the courage to call off this wedding before it was too late. Now.
