Chapter Fifty-Six

I can’t control my emotions no matter how hard I try.

I stare at the bandage on my arm as another sob bubbles in my throat. I wish I could close my eyes and will all of this to go away. I wish that this was a nightmare that I could wake from, like the one I had of Mary standing at my door holding a knife and lunging at me. God, that felt so real. And what happened at the party was the same, only I couldn’t see her face as clearly because of the black veil.

I shudder just thinking about it.

My head pounds as I try to recall what happened at the engagement party. I remember how my heart stopped when I saw her. That’s something I won’t ever forget. Seeing her standing there with that black dress will forever be engraved in my memory, and I won’t forget it until the day I die. The worst part is that I’ll also have a scar to remind me of what happened; of how bad things got. I have no doubt that this stab wound will scar.

I can’t believe Mary tried to stab me. Thinking about it makes m