Connor's POV
There's an old saying that "love has reasons that reason cannot understand." I can't recall who wrote those words, but they echo through my mind as I stand hidden among the trees, watching Maya prepare to enter the chapel for her wedding. Three decades earlier, I stood in this exact spot watching her mother—the only woman who ever captured my heart—walk into that same chapel to marry another man.
The resemblance between mother and daughter is uncanny. Maya adjusts her veil with that same graceful turn of her head, the same radiant smile that Winona had worn on her wedding day. It's as if time has folded back on itself, showing me a ghost from my past. When I saw that smile on Winona's face thirty years ago, I knew I had to let her go.
