Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-six
Alicia's POV
Travis's wedding day arrived with perfect December weather.
Cold but clear. Sunlight streaming through windows. The kind of day that felt like a gift after weeks of gray skies.
Emily was getting ready in the bridal suite at the venue. She'd asked me to be there, which surprised me until she explained.
"You're the only person who understands," she'd said. "You knew Travis when he was at his worst. You survived him. You escaped him. You understand what it means that I'm choosing to marry into this family anyway."
So I stood in the bridal suite watching her get ready while her maid of honor fussed with the dress and the makeup artist added final touches.
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"Terrified. Not about marrying Travis. About whether I deserve this. Whether I've done enough to atone for what I tried to do to the family."
"You don't have to atone forever. At some point, you have to forgive yourself and move forward."
