Chapter 32

Thirty-Two

Isla

I found myself standing in a Vegas chapel, back where I had married Kyle. I looked down at my wedding dress, confused. How had I gotten here?

“You fired a gun at me,” Kyle accused. “She fired the gun.”

Bit by bit, I started to remember. “Damon.” I wanted to get back to him. I could hear him.

“You’re going to be okay,” the Elvis impersonator was saying. “You’re going to be okay. Hang on.”