This wasn't the Happy Ending I wanted.
He isn't supposed to be my protector, my savior, or even my soldier.
He's only supposed to be my friend.
But one night in his bed redefines my past and our future.
He was my husband's closest friend, the man he trusted above all others.
But my husband didn't come home. His death left us grappling for solid ground on which to stand.
T makes me remember all I'd chosen to forget.
I help him forget all he forces himself to recall.
Can we build the foundation required for us to go on together?
When my life is threatened, am I destined to lose him as well?