In the photo, Evan, whom I had loved for three years, had a bright yet cruel smile plastered on his face. His hands were clamped tightly around the neck of the bride. The bride's wedding dress was exactly the same as the one I was wearing now.In that split second, my mind went blank. The walnut shell in my hand slipped to the floor with a crisp crack.At that very moment, the dressing room door swung open. Sunny, who was my bridesmaid and my best friend, called out in excitement, "Lena, it's time! Evan is already waiting for you outside. Come on!"I looked at her, then at myself in the mirror, draped in pure white. Then, my stomach churned violently.That photo was like a key, unlocking the memories I had buried deep.Before my grandmother passed away, she had held my hand tightly, her eyes filled with a strange, unwavering clarity."Lena, I'm old now, so I can't protect you anymore. You have three deadly trials in your life, each more dangerous than the last. Every one of them could
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