Count to a Hundred and Watch Me Disappear
Language: en
The night before our wedding, Hailey suggested a game of hide-and-seek. She said it would be just like when we were kids—one last burst of chaotic fun before everything became permanent. I opened my mouth to decline, but David laughed, cutting me off before I could speak. "Old rules," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that familiar, easy way. "I’m it." I hid behind the thick hydrangeas at the edge of the property, crouching low where the shadows swallowed the lawn. When I parted the broad green leaves to peer out, the breath caught in my throat. Under the warm glow of the patio…