My stomach twisted.
“The car went off the road.”
He nodded.
“I got out.”
“And Callum?”
Andrew looked away.
“He didn’t.”
I felt cold again.
“The car burned badly. My wallet was inside. My watch was inside. My phone was inside.”
He paused.
“And Callum had borrowed my jacket.”
I stared at him.
“The police thought he was you?”
“At first.”
“Yes. At first?”
Andrew said nothing.
That was when I understood.
“You let them.”
Clementine whispered my name.
I ignored her.
“You let them think that dead man was you.”
Andrew’s eyes filled.
“I panicked.”
“For three months?”
“It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”
I almost screamed.
Instead, my voice became quieter.
“You had 12 days until our wedding.”
“I know.”
“Did you want to marry me?”
His silence gave me the answer.
I looked toward the second wedding dress.
The room seemed to tilt.
“No.”
