My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room
The pearl stud. My mom’s pearl stud. The same one I had worn that night. The one I described to a bleeding stranger to keep him anchored to something gentle while the sirens were still far away.
Richard’s gaze dropped to the earring. His jaw tightened.
“It is you.”
Then Victoria’s voice echoed through the speakers.
