I Died at Dawn While You Watched the Sun Rise

Summary

For the very last tour group of my guiding career, I never expected to be hosting my ex-boyfriend, Carter, on his honeymoon.

I stood at one end of the suspension bridge, framing him and his new wife through the camera lens.

Through the viewfinder, I watched the woman cling to Carter’s arm. Her voice was dripping with sweetness. "I read online that couples who kiss on this bridge will stay together forever."

Carter’s gaze swept over me. He paused for a fraction of a second, then lowered his head and kissed her. His tone was unwavering. "That's right. We're never going to be apart."