would take her. Every part of her wanted to run and hide,
but for now she just wanted to be alone to think everything over
and get a grasp on it all.
An hour had passed and there was still no word from Blake.
All the guests were still restlessly waiting for the wedding
ceremony to start. No matter how much she didn't want to face it,
the fact was he ’ d changed his mind. Blake had
left her at the altar.
She ’ d spent the last hour in the
church garden sitting on a bench that was hidden by tress.
Countless phone calls to Blake went unanswered and she knew she had
to do the one thing she didn’t want to. She had to call off the
wedding. She couldn’t continue to have the guests waiting. It
wasn’t right.
Hesitantly, she stepped into the chapel, tears streamed down
her reddened face with each step she took toward the front of the
altar.
She
didn’t have to look up to know people whispered amongst themselves
as she passed them by. Poor Sarah, she got her heart broken by the
man she truly loved. What a pity. She grasped her phone in her hand
tightly with the glimmer of hope that Blake would call, tell her it
was all a misunderstanding, and that something had happened to keep
him away. She held on to the hope that the phone would ring and
everything would be all right.
Taking a deep breath, she stopped at the front and turned
around to face all the people who had come to share in her special
day. There was no way to delay this any further.
They ’ d probably come to the conclusion
already, but she had to muster the strength to do this.
“ I want to start off by saying how sorry I am for making you
all wait. It breaks my heart to have to stand here and do this,”
she said as she glanced around the room.
Sarah
could see everyone watching and waiting for her to get the words
out. She had to keep herself from breaking down.
“ I ’ m so sorry but the
wedding ’ s been...”
Before she could finish her sentence, the phone began to
ring. A part of her was afraid to lift it up and see who it was.
She was afraid that Blake may have decided to call her to break her
heart. Looking down, she saw his name on the call display. She
watched the phone ring; the noise echoed throughout the chapel.
What would she say to the man who ’ d ripped out her
heart—if he truly had decided to break things off at the very last
minute?
Her hand
trembled as she pressed the button to answer.
“ Hello, may I please speak to Sarah Wats,” the stranger on the
other line said.
“ This is Sarah, who is this?”
“ Ma’am, my name is Officer McNally. You were listed as the
emergency contact for Mr. Blake Gibson.”
“ What ’ s going on? Is Blake
alright?”
“ Ma’am, I ’ m sorry to inform you, but
there ’ s been an accident.”
“ What kind of an accident? Is Blake okay?”
“ Mr. Gibson was in a head on
collision, and I’m truly sorry to have to be the one to tell you,
but he was killed.”
Sarah ’ s legs went weak and within a
second, they gave out from under her. She dropped the phone to the
ground as her body came crashing down seconds later. She could hear
screams as her head hit the hard marble floor. She heard the voice
of the officer on the phone as he continued to call out her name,
the room went dark around her. The cries and screams faded as
silence came and blackness engulfed her.
CHAPTER FOUR
One year
later...
Every
step she took on the fresh-cut grass felt like a knife through her
heart. Row after row of headstones and monuments stood, stuck in
time, commemorating the loved ones people had lost. Flowers and
candles lined their graves. Some flames lit, some extinguished by
the gentle breeze. Some with fresh flowers and others with wilted
ones. Some graves abandoned and forgotten with nobody to look after
them.
It hadn't gotten any easier coming here, even after a year.
Mornings would come