No More Second Chances

, the woman I' d loved for sixty years across

ng, while the Texas sun bea

ace a mess of tears. "Matthew," she wailed, "

she be gone? We'd loved until we were old and gray in our past l

someone saw Maria's twin celebrating. "She didn't look l

d. Cold dread c

, heart pounding. It was a

over my rival Wesl

ried. She was laughing, looking rad

aw me, a flicker of shock in

ked, her voice smooth,

it knocked the wind out of me. The cro

ispered, reaching fo

g me!" she cried, hiding beh

d, grieving fiancé. Wesley smirked. This

me Maria remembered our last life, too. Remem

, his smile turning cruel. "The baby. Your first kid,

, history, our son – all a lie. The fou

s life, this man, and lie about everything, inc

Medal of Honor. With it, a letter: "If you ever find yours

re. I drove north, seeking a new beginning, a new path fueled by hono