The 999 Steps
Language: en
I have absolutely no sense of direction. Even after living in San Francisco for five years, I still couldn't tell north from south. Ethan used to always pre-set my GPS for me, promising that he would be my guide for the rest of my life. On our wedding day, as the bridal convoy wound its way up the twisting roads of the Marin Headlands, he suddenly announced that he had left my bridal bouquet in the trunk. The second I stepped out of the car, I heard the sharp click of the doors locking behind me. I caught the driver glancing at Ethan in the rearview mirror—like he was waiting for a…