No Way Back for Us

Five years after my divorce from my ex-husband, the special forces captain, I met him at the rehearsal for the All-Army Commendation Conference.

Just as the security personnel were about to check my identification, he entered and their tone warmed, "Captain Gayle, you're here too."

He nodded slightly, his gaze falling on me. "She's with me."

I politely declined, taking my pass from my pocket. "No need, I have my pass."

He looked down at the pass in my hand, silent for a moment. "Geneva, ​​after all these years, you still blame me."

I smiled, saying nothing.