taring at him in the dark. A bl

xploded, her voice c

clearly stunned

knows I am Cade's wife! How long has it been? A day? And you want a divorce

moment. "I will tell people it w

Who would ever want me? You bought me, you married me, and now you have to take responsibility for

own, turning her back to

! But she didn't care. She was going to cling

ion in the house was thick

two boiled eggs. She heard a faint

rned a

de's biological son; he was the orphaned child of Cade's fallen comrade. Because Cade had insisted on adopting him, his

d eyes met hers, Clara's heart

her misery. Yet, in her final days, when she was dying in that hospital, this same boy-grown and scarred-had c

Clara forced a soft, trembling smil

olding out a warm, peele

re a live grenade. He trembled vi

boots sounded

staring at the egg in her hand. His jaw locked. With a smooth, tactical motion, he stepped

ring. Waiting for her to snatch t

s reaction. She didn't argue. She just l

's mother suggested they go visit Clara's f

ies-heavy cuts of meat, fresh fish, bags of rare milk powder, and fine fabrics. I

" she

looking over

milk powder, and set it aside. "This stays h

ly the smallest, fattiest piece of meat and a ti

are taking," she

her, his eyes wide with utter shock. For the first time since he