Riel winced.
“Sorry, I meant to do that.” He paused. “But, saying that, I didn’t remember Katy’s or Oakley’s
name.”
Katy smiled and waved from her end. “My dad’s the police chief. His name is Luke Roberts.”
My eyes widened. “I think he gave me a ticket when I first moved here.”
Katy’s lips twitched. “That sounds like him. He’s a butthead sometimes.”
“How do you know Mala… Riel?” Logan asked, speaking up a little louder due to his distance
away from us.
I looked at Riel, then back at Logan.
Feeling my heart lodge in my throat.
“Riel and Luca were best friends,” I said softly. “They met in bootcamp. Luca is my missing
fiancé.”
Logan’s face filled with pity.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know.” He paused. “At least, I didn’t know that you were her.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it, either.
It was what it was, and that was the way it was going to be until the end of time.
I just needed to learn to live with it.
“You’ve heard about the poor girl whose fiancé went off to war and never came home?” I asked.
“I didn’t realize that people knew that much about it.”
That was a lie.
Kilgore was a small town.
Luca was also a big hero. He was an all-star football player. The star quarterback that went to
war instead of taking his full scholarship to Texas A&M where he could’ve gone all the way.
Everybody who was anybody knew who Luca Maldonado was.
Which, by association, meant they knew whoIwas, too.
“Uhhh,” Logan said. “Yeah.”
I snickered. “I know. It’s not the best kept secret in the world. I swear when I go to the grocery
store, I can feel everybody’s eyes on me. I’m fairly sure the paper did an article on this one last week, too.”
Riel blinked. “They did?”