Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 33

Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 33

Back in Goma.

I went to find Julian’s colleagues.

MSF had returned. His old partner Adam was now the coordinator for the entire Goma project.

When we saw each other, neither of us said a word.

We just held on and cried for half an hour.

Then I told him why I’d come back. I was looking for Julian.

He brought me to the storage room.

Some of Julian’s things were still there.

“We evacuated in a hurry. Never got around to sorting through it.”

A box: a deck of cards, a packet of flower seeds, a set of keys, a few medical textbooks, a stethoscope.

Small things. Scattered.

But every one of them was him.

I was back in that afternoon three years ago. Pushing open the door to his room. Finding him in his chair, reading, turning a pen between his fingers.

Looking up when I came in.

Smiling.

“Hey! You’re here.”

Adam was quiet beside me.

“These should’ve been dealt with a long time ago. But I thought. Maybe one day you’d come back for them. So I kept everything.”

“I didn’t think it would actually happen.”

I picked up the box carefully.

“Adam. Thank you.

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

Then I told him I was looking for the children. The ones from three years ago.

He said he’d keep his ear to the ground. But it had been years. He didn’t want me to expect too much.

When I got back to my room, there was a message waiting.

Brendan had come looking for me.