I smiled, looking down at Ethan sleeping in my arms. “When you have something worth fighting for, strength isn’t a choice. It’s a necessity.”
Not once did I mention Caleb.
He tried to approach me as we were leaving the stage. I saw him pushing through the crowd, desperation etched on his face. But security
“Sir, you’re not on the approved list,” the guard said firmly.
“But that’s my wife!” Caleb shouted, his voice cracking.
The press turned, cameras raised, but they had no interest in his side of the story. They only saw a desperate man trying to crash a hero’s moment.
Later, back in the safety of my new apartment—a place I had rented with the advance from a book deal that had been offered that morning—I placed the medal gently into its velvet case.
