“That’s not possible. You’re lying… she’s dead!”
The woman shook her head. “She’s in room 214. Go and see for yourself.”
I turned toward the lobby. I don’t remember walking. One moment I was at the entrance, the next I was at the end of a long beige hallway.
I stood in front of a pale wooden door with black numbers: Room 214.
“Logan.”
I spun around. Anna stood a few feet away. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress—but also terrified.
“Mrs. Patterson told me she spoke to you,” she said quietly.
“You knew all this time and didn’t tell me?” I demanded.
A nurse glanced over, but I didn’t care.
She swallowed. “Yes. I was going to tell you.”
“When? After the vows?” I snapped. “You were going to let me promise you forever without knowing my… without knowing she was here?”
“Logan, please listen.”
“Why? This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. I trusted you, Anna, and you betrayed me.”
Her jaw tightened as she stepped closer.
“I didn’t betray you. I asked you to trust me because I know you, Logan. You shut down when you’re hurting. You run when you’re afraid.”
Her words hit hard. “So you tricked me instead?”
“I protected something fragile. If I had told you a week ago, you wouldn’t have come today.” She glanced at the door. “She doesn’t have much time left. I was afraid that by the time you were ready to face her, it would be too late.”
My anger drained, replaced by fear. I looked back at the door.
“Is it really her? You’re sure?”
Anna nodded. “You should go in… or don’t. It’s your choice. But please, don’t make this about me tricking you. Not now. I know I could’ve done this better, but everything I did was so you’d have this chance.”
My hands trembled as I reached for the handle.
I wasn’t ready—but what if I walked away and never got another chance?
I turned the handle and stepped inside.
The room was quiet. A frail woman lay propped up on pillows. Her hair was thin and silver.
When I entered, she looked up.
Her eyes were my eyes. Same shape. Same color.
“Logan?” she whispered.
