Shattered Dreams, Lingering Years

On the day Brett Graham threw his big victory celebration, he held my hand and told everyone I was his destiny.

Even though we were already divorced.

He declared to the whole room that he didn't regret his life-or-death decision, especially since his wife had been among the captives.

Too bad the truth was, on that battlefield, the person he was trying to save wasn't me. It was his mistress.

Just as Brett thought his bright future was finally within reach, the name on the military commendation medal turned out to be mine.