Promise Me Forever by Jennifer Woodhull
Series: Promise Series #3
November 7, 2018
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It was a month later when I got the hysterical call from Colin’s mother. She’d had a call from the Ministry of Defense. There had been an attack on the base where they were stationed at an undisclosed location. Colin and half a dozen other service men and women were killed.
We had agreed before he left not to tell our parents about the split until he returned. I suspected it was because he planned on trying to talk me out of it, but he would be in country and I’d be on tour, so there was no reason to belabor the argument. At the funeral, I played the dutiful fiancée, my family and friends around me as I wept, genuinely wept, for the man I had loved, and the life we’d never have together.
We held a private service for the beautiful, strong man I had once so loved – the one I thought I would spend my life with. I played a violin solo of Going Home. I shut my eyes as I played, remembering all the happiness I’d had with Colin before I saw who he really was. Our first date. Our first kiss. The day he proposed on the shores of Loch Ness.
I closed my eyes against the veil of tears as I pulled my bow. I wept for the man I loved. I wept for the pain I’d felt when I saw his betrayal. More than that, though, I ached for the days I lost with him – those empty days we’d been apart, not just in physical distance but in emotional separation – just before he died. I knew he loved me, and perhaps we might’ve gotten past what had happened, but now I’d never know.
At the state service for the lost heroes, there were photos of each soldier who had died. One, in particular, caught my attention. Next to the poster-sized photo of Colin in his uniform, was the smiling photo of another soldier – a dark-haired beauty. Beneath the image was a name plate which made my heart sink. It read, Staff Sergeant Marcella Ricci.
It was her. Marcie.