The Third Shadow
On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy.
Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her.
I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described.
Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down.
But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind.
Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry."
As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide.
My mind went blank.
Ashton Hawke was my best friend of