The injuries across the left side of my face were another matter entirely.
Shattered glass had ripped through my cheek and jaw.
The surgeon repaired the most serious damage that first night, but the swelling, stitches, and vivid red scars transformed the face I had known for twenty-eight years.
The first time I saw my reflection in the hospital mirror, I immediately looked away and threw up.
Leo found me sobbing in the bathroom with a towel pressed against my mouth.
“We have to cancel the wedding,” I said.
He knelt beside me.
“No.”
“You haven’t even looked.”
“I have looked.”
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