I Survived War, but Not My First Love
Being a war correspondent, I spend all my time searching for any trace of Damian Calloway.
Through countless close brushes with death, only one thought keeps me going—I want to die by his side.
Four years later, I receive a phone call from him.
"Evelyn, Camille finally forgave you," Damian says, his voice coming through the receiver with jarring clarity.
In the background, the peaceful, mundane sounds of life drift through the line, a stark contrast to the chaotic battlefield around me.
I freeze. "What are you talking about?"
Damian chuckles. "I left the military a long time ago. I've been back home with Camille this whole time. You made her cry before