I ran from my own wedding in a dress and heels, heart racing, breath shallow. But when I knocked on my sister’s door for help… I had no idea I was stepping into something far worse.
I was running. In heels. In a wedding dress with a long train. My heart was pounding like a war drum inside my chest. Behind me — a voice I knew too well. Angry.
“Skylar! Stop!”
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I turned sharply into another hallway, slipped again, and nearly fell. The pain in my left foot throbbed with every step. But I couldn’t stop.
The hotel corridors stretched endlessly, like something from a nightmare. Then suddenly — a lobby. Empty. Dimly lit. I darted behind a massive decorative column, crouched down, breath ragged.
“Turn around and talk to me like a normal person!”
