The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

carefully making his way down the steps, navigating around the shattered vase and spilled water. He looked older now, his shoulders slightly bowed under the weight of everything that had happened, but his eyes were warm.

He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of navy blue fabric.

It was David’s deployment patch—the one he continue reading …