Page 105 of Scars of Fate

“What do we do?” she asked.

I looked into her emerald-green eyes.

Six years ago, I had let her face the world without me.

I wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

“We get everyone off this mountain.”

“Then we go to Geneva.”

She studied my face.

“And after that?”

I took her hand.

This time, I didn’t let go.

“We finish what you started.”

17

WYNN

Lucas held my hand all the way back to the medical transport.

Not because I needed help walking.

Not because he thought I might fall.

Because he wanted to.

His palm was rough.

Warm.

Familiar.

I couldn’t remember the last time we had held hands before today.

Maybe it was the morning he came home with another set of deployment orders.

That evening, I placed divorce papers on our kitchen table.

Lucas signed them the following morning.

I waited three weeks before filing them, hoping he would call.

Hoping he would come home.

Hoping he would finally fight for us.

He never did.

Now we were walking toward another battlefield.

Together.