voice hollow. “I need to think.”
Brooke lunged toward him, grabbing his sleeve. “Ryan, please. You can’t do this. Not today. Not in front of everyone.”
He gently pulled his arm free.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and then he walked out.
The room went silent except for Brooke’s sobbing, ragged and panicked. Mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her perfect bride face continue reading …
