Page 457 of Scars of Fate

“No.”

My breath caught.

“What?”

Lucas reached beneath the collar of his hospital shirt.

A thin chain appeared.

My wedding ring hung beside his dog tags.

“You kept it.”

“You left it on the kitchen table.”

“I couldn’t take it with me.”

“I couldn’t leave it there.”

“So you put it on your chain?”

“Yes.”

“For six years?”

“Every mission.”

Emotion closed my throat.

“You let me believe you stopped loving me.”

“I never stopped.”

“You should have told me.”

“I know.”

“You should have trusted me.”

“I know.”

“You should have come after me.”

His silver eyes held mine.

“I know.”

I touched the ring.

“What happens now?”

“I don’t know.”

The answer surprised me.

Lucas always had a plan.

A route.