Under a Different Sun
If I did not make it back, she would become a widow before we even had a chance at life together.
I tried to get her to divorce me, and to go find happiness somewhere else, but Sheila just grabbed my hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and would not hear of it.
"Hank, do you really see me as someone who can't handle being alone?”
"My husband is out there fighting for our country. How could I leave you, especially now?”
"I'll look after your folks and wait for you to come home."
The day I left, Mom, Dad, and Sheila took me to the train station.