- 3.
Jake emerged from Chloe’s room, a slightly
embarrassed look on his face.
“I… I just checked on Chloe. She wasn’t
feeling well.”
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I gave a noncommittal hum and turned to go
to my room.
In my past life, I had fought with him.
countless times about their overly intimate
behavior.
This time, I didn’t want to waste my time or
energy.
He stopped me. “Sarah.”
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“Maybe we should buy some wedding favors
and hand them out to the other wives on
base?”
I looked at him, surprised. I figured this was
his way of making up for not arguing with me.
“No it’s not necessary. I don’t need all that
“No, it’s not necessary. I don’t need all that
fuss.”
He looked taken aback. He probably couldn’t
imagine me refusing this.
“Sarah, are you upset that Jake was taking
care of me?”
Chloe came out of the room, looking all
innocent and wronged.
She was wearing the vintage dress I’d bought
specifically for our wedding photos.
The one I’d scrimped and saved for six
months to buy in my past life, and hadn’t
even worn once.
Noticing my gaze, Chloe stammered, “I… I
saw it on your bed and it looked so pretty. I
wanted to try it on. I forgot to take it off.”
She looked down at her fiddling fingers, the
picture of a child who’d made a mistake.
Jake instinctively started, “Sarah, don’t…”
I cut him off, my voice calm. “It looks good on
you. Keep it. I haven’t worn it anyway.”
I could smell the faint scent of blood and
sweat on the dress. It brought back memories
of me running home in the middle of the
night, crying.
Just thinking about it made my stomach
churn.
Under their stunned gazes, I returned to my
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room and locked the door.
