Chapter Three
I’d never felt so alone in my life, as if I’d been sentenced to purgatory. Preston left at five in the morning, packing his bag while I was still sleeping, and thinking he could leave the house and me with just a peck on my cheek. I awoke instantly, and wrapped my arms around him, trying to coax him back to bed.
“I can’t, darling. I’m already late for my train. You don’t want your soldier declared AWOL.”
I honestly didn’t care, but I knew there was no way to keep him with me.
“Behave yourself. If I’m lucky, I’ll be home soon. And I’ll write, every day. I promise.”
“And I’ll write you, long, long letters. Don’t forget me,” I cried in a teary whisper.
He held me close, running his fingers though my sleep-mussed hair. “Call Lucy, if she doesn’t call you. She’s sure to
