A Windswept Love
Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building.
At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed.
“Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?”
Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain.
Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders.
Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else.
Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner.
From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouq