“William.”
My stomach tightened.
William.
That name belonged to a part of my life I had buried so deeply that I had almost convinced myself it no longer existed.
My first love.
A person from my teenage years.
Someone I hadn’t spoken to in decades.
I looked at Rick.
He still couldn’t meet my eyes.
“How do you know that name?” I asked Anna.
She took a breath.
“Because Rick knows him.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“What?”
Anna explained everything.
Three weeks before the wedding, she had been looking for Rick’s passport.
While searching through a drawer, she had found old photographs.
One showed me standing beside William when I was nineteen.
Another showed the two of us together as a young couple.
Anna recognized me immediately.
But she also recognized something else.
The photographs were in Rick’s possession.
She confronted him.
She asked him why he had pictures of her mother with a man from her past.
