**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
**Chapter 81**
The clock was ticking down—ten minutes stood between Ethan and the most significant moment of his life, the wedding ceremony.
He had combed through the entire venue, his heart pounding with each passing second, yet the Collins family remained conspicuously absent.
A gnawing sensation in his gut whispered a dreadful truth: they might not come at all.
As that thought settled into his mind, his heart began to race uncontrollably, a wild drumbeat of anxiety echoing in his chest.
Frustration surged through him, a tidal wave of panic washing over his senses.
With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone, his fingers dancing frantically over the screen as he scrolled through contacts and messages, his expression a mask of stress.
Moments later, his best man, a pillar of support amidst the chaos, approached him with a sense of urgency. “Ethan, it’s time to take your position.”
Finally, steeling himself, Ethan made a snap decision and dialed Avery’s father while hurrying to his designated spot.
A minute later, he was greeted by a cheerful voice that felt like a slap in the face.
“Ethan! Aren’t you supposed to be getting married right now? What’s going on?”
The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore reached his ears, and his heart sank deeper into despair. He struggled to keep his voice steady, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.
“Yeah… Unc Collins, that’s actually why I’m calling. Aren’t you coming?”
“Sorry, Ethan. We’re on vacation. Can’t make your wedding. Congrats to you and Sophia though! Wish you guys all the best.”
Though the words were meant to be kind, they tasted bitter on his tongue, a reminder of the absence he could feel creeping in.
He glanced at his watch, feeling a surge of determination that surprised even him.
“It’s cool. You’re at the beach, right? You could drive back now and still make it.”
A heavy silence fell, stretching between them like a chasm before Mr. Collins finally spoke, his voice laced with confusion.
“Ethan… we’re in Barcelona. Didn’t your parents tell you—”
The word “Barcelona” hit Ethan like a freight train, a shockwave of disbelief coursing through him.
Spain?
What on earth were the Collins doing in Spain?
What were his parents supposed to have told him?
His mind spiraled into a flood of questions, each one crashing against the others, drowning out the reality around him.
18:52
Aww, Seven Exes Begged. Cute. Blocked.
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