Two years ago, my husband disappeared on our wedding night. No note. No warning. Just a sealed envelope I never opened. Now he's back-soaked in rain, full of secrets, and standing on my doorstep like he still belongs here. He doesn't. But my heart hasn't gotten the message. And the worst part? He still knows how to say my name like it's a promise. Too bad I'm not in the mood for fairy tales. Not anymore.