Chapter 160

**Ronan**

It happens in slow motion for me. First, the soft music carried on the evening wind. Then the sound of chairs creaking as everyone turns at once to look at her. Sloane. Standing at the end of the aisle, sunlight spilling through her hair like gold. For a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe. The rest of the world fades out — the laughter, the music, even the damn heartbeat in my ears — unt