No Return After Goodbye
When I was seven months pregnant, my husband, Brandon Adkins, got into a car accident.
I held my belly and rushed over as fast as I could, but by the time I got there, his body was already mangled beyond recognition.
The shock hit so hard that I started bleeding right there.
At my lowest point, it was the eldest son of the Elledges who got me to the hospital and handled Brandon's funeral.
Three years later, Brandon showed up out of nowhere, holding his first love.
He pulled me into a tight embrace, voice soft as he explained, "I'm sorry. Alanna was terminally ill. Her last wish was to travel the world. I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I faked my death.
"Now that her wish has been fulfilled, we can go back to the way things were."
I looked into his affectionate eyes, then shoved him away in disgust.
"Too bad for you. In the three years you were gone, I got engaged to someone else."