Synopsis
She turned twenty that day. The pen pal she'd mourned—even carved out a grave for him—walked back into her life like something the world had decided to return. "So you're saying... you murdered me three years ago?" "What? No. That's not—who told you I killed anyone…" The soldier who clawed his way through the fighting just to keep his word to see her again. Enoch had carried her image through every battle, and when he finally reached her, he turned what should have been another hollow birthday into the one she'd always wanted. "Dance with me?" "Now? Like this?" "If…
