Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 39

Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 39

A gust of wind.

Something hard fell from the tree and hit me square on the forehead.

I winced and picked it up.

A dog tag.

People working in conflict zones often wore them. For identification if the worst happened.

I thought it was left by some soldier.

Then I flipped it over.

Julian.

I was on my feet instantly.

I turned it over and over.

How. How was his dog tag here?

I looked around.

And then I noticed: the tree I’d been leaning against was different from the others. Taller. Leaves dark green and wave-edged.

And the soil at its roots was black.

I understood.

I started digging with my bare hands.

Until my fingernails were packed with dirt and blood.

And then a bone appeared.

I wept, loudly, without caring.

I got tools.

I worked through the roots, through the soil.

Fragments of a white coat. Still there.

It was Julian.

I found him.

I finally found him.

He’d been buried here, roughly, in the chaos. And the dog tag had been carried up by the growing tree. Released back to light.

Until today. When I sat down underneath it.

As if he’d seen me hurting over things that weren’t worth it.

And flicked me on the head.

Enough. That’s all in the past.

I held his skull in both arms and said, shaking:

“Okay. Let’s go home. We’re going home.”