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Chapter 2 - The Ambulance LightsThe flashing red and blue strobes of the ambulance painted the limestone pillars of St. Matthew’s Chapel in harsh, jittery pulses. Outside, the wail of the siren cut off abruptly, replaced by the slamming of heavy doors and the urgent clatter of medical equipment being hauled up the stone steps.

“Make room! Let us through!” a paramedic shouted, pushing past the frozen wall of wedding guests who had crowded into the center aisle.

Luke didn’t move. He stood like a statue amidst the chaos, the yellow envelope clutched in one hand and the loose police report gripped in the other. His mind was a battleground of fragmented memories, betrayal, and a sickening realization that the past eight months of his life had been built on a foundation of calculated lies.

Brooke tried to step forward, her expression shifting from panic back to a desperate, placating mask. “Luke, please. Don’t let a woman in this state manipulate you. Look at her—she’s unstable. She probably engineered this whole scene just to ruin our special day.”

“Our day?” Luke repeated, his voice dangerously low. He turned his head slowly, locking his eyes onto hers. The sheer coldness in his gaze made Brooke flinch and step back. “You filed a closure request with the police, Brooke. You told them the missing person investigation was a domestic dispute that had been resolved.”

“That’s—that’s a complete lie! I didn’t do anything of the kind!” Brooke stammered, her voice pitching up into an unnatural register that several guests near the front pews turned to look at.

“Sir, we need access to the patient,” the lead paramedic said, kneeling beside Grace.

Ava was crying hysterically, clutching her mother’s limp hand as the medical team slid a supportive neck brace into place and hoisted Grace onto a stretcher. “Mommy! Don’t leave me! Mommy!”

“I’m coming with you,” Luke said immediately, stepping past Brooke without a second glance.

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“Luke, if you walk out of these doors right now, do not bother coming back!” Brooke shrieked, her bridal composure finally shattering completely. The veil slipped from her hair, dangling limply as she pointed a manicured finger at his back. “We are through! Do you hear me? Completely through!”

Luke didn’t look back. He grabbed Ava’s small, trembling hand, lifting the little girl into his arms, and followed the gurney out into the cool spring air.

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