Prologue
The marriage of death
Brothy looks outside at the sun shining over them both as they step inside the church they had both decided was the one where it was going to happen. He walks to the back and she, like him, walks to the dressing room slightly farther from his. She pulls the strapless wedding dress over her head, which her sister Hope secures with the strings at her back. Brothy feels the dress clench against her belly and breasts and finally feels happiness wash over her. This is the day she will get married, the day her life together with Luke will really begin.
Hope, who has been studying hairdressing since she was eighteen, puts Brothy's hair in a beautiful long braid. She raises the braid and places some more flowers in it, so she can look in the mirror and see the makeup on her face that her best friend Polly has applied. She looks great, normally she isn't the girly type to wear makeup and all of this stuff, but now Brothy feels better than ever. Furthermore, she is ready to walk down the aisle to her good friend and great love Luke, who is already waiting at the altar.
Her father takes her by the hand and walks her to the altar, where Luke is already standing. She looks around the church, which is almost empty and occupied only by her side of the family. Luke miraculously had no family or parents left at all, which Brothy had always had compassion for. He had lost most of his family in a fire. That’s what he always said anyway, only his friend Colt was there.
When she has almost arrived at the altar, she is pushed aside by her father. She looks at why her father had pushed her away. All the men came in with guns in their hands, all pointed at Luke. She could hardly believe this, it was like living in a movie. What are these men doing here, and why are they holding their guns on Luke? Suddenly, one man fires his gun and then the other is, right into Luke’s chest.
Brothy runs crying to Luke who is bleeding on the ground in front of the priest who is hunched over Luke like her. All she can think of is to put her hand over the two wounds on his chest and press so the blood stops. She hears a heavy voice through the phone saying the job is done, before walking down the path, Brothy brings one last look at the man.
She can only look at his dark eyes that seemed almost black as night, without pain without emotion, just two pools of death. Then suddenly he is gone, leaving behind only a smell of blood and something of a scent she does not recognize. A strong male scent that does not come from her husband or the blood.
Hope arrives with some men from the ambulance that has arrived, who take Luke from her. However, it turns out Luke had just died before they could lay him on the stretcher. Angry and sad, Brothy walked out with her sister Hope. Looked both at the sack where her friend, almost-husband, lay dead and cold. This day was fixed for life on her mind as the day the joy disappeared from Brothy’s life.
