My High School Sweetheart, Reimagined

signs and sheets that felt like sandpaper. My ankle was swollen to the s

rom my groomsmen, my parents, Jocelyn' s family.

there was a heavy

is door right now! We

. Of c

s stood there, my mom' s face streaked

nded, pushing past me into the room. "You humil

, her voice trembling. "From the shock.

had to be an act to get sympathy

back," I said

d, ignoring me. "You're going to go t

l. The whole way there, they talked about how sweet Jocelyn was, how per

t know. Th

small and pale, an IV drip in her arm. She didn't look li

in. "Ethan," she whispered.

y of the phone call from the highway patr

don't love

olor drained from her face, and

hot me a look of pure disgust.

rned and