Five Years for His Remains, I Saw His Wedding
Language: en
For five years, I had been a war correspondent, tirelessly searching for Charlie’s remains. Now, by sheer accident, I crashed his wedding. My comrades-in-arms, who had once scoured battlefields with me, froze, their faces rigid with shock. “Evie, please don’t be upset. Charlie’s faked death was necessary. Sarah’s identity is too sensitive to leave unprotected.” Behind them stood Sarah, shielded by the men who had once searched with me. She was wanted by the Alliance for leaking secrets—and Charlie’s childhood sweetheart. I wasn’t upset. My voice was calm as I said, “So to protect a…