Chapter Fifty-Two

Savannah

The word bride makes me want to laugh and vomit at the same time, which feels rude considering I'm sitting on my therapist's couch trying to act like a functional adult.

Dr. Sharma watches me with calm eyes. "Say it again," she says gently. "Not as a joke. Say it like it's real."

I swallow, and my palm drifts to my belly, because my body keeps reminding me that reality isn't optional.