final weeks.
“What happened to him?”
“He grew weaker. His wound became worse. There wasn’t proper treatment.”
“That’s not enough.”
I looked directly at Adrian.
“I have waited fifty-six years. Tell me how my husband died.”
Adrian’s hands tightened.
Then he said,
“James made me promise something.”
“What?”
“He told me that if I survived and he didn’t, I should tell you he died during the original attack. Quickly. In the explosion.”
My mouth went dry.
“He told you to lie?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he loved you.”
I almost laughed
