After the Shipwreck, I Sail Toward the Sunlit Shore

Summary

Three years after I buried the man who died saving my life in an earthquake, I watched him get married again.

There he was, under the brilliant spotlights, his hand outstretched to welcome his bride. But Tristan froze, his face draining of all color as his eyes locked on mine.

The same friends and family who had held me through my darkest nights of grief were now rushing to push me out, their voices a frantic whisper.

“Anna, please. It’s a happy day. Don’t make a scene.”

I sidestepped their grasping hands, my own voice so calm it felt alien.