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bottle in her hand. Looked at me. “What?”
Then William Sterling—the groom, Captain in the Army Rangers—sprinted down the aisle.
He didn’t run to his bride.
He ran past her like she didn’t exist.
He ran straight to me.
He stopped three feet away, saw the blood pouring down my face, the mud on my boots. Horror flashed across his face.
He snapped to attention.continue reading …
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