His Final Words Were for My Best Friend

Synopsis

My husband Liam was a Special Forces captain. My best friend was a military doctor. They didn't get along at first. I was the one who brought them together. Five months into my pregnancy, I found a heavy metal box at home. Inside, I found a stack of wills he'd written before every dangerous mission. As I opened them, a chilling dread washed over me. Seven hundred and thirty-two letters in total. Every single one started with, "My Dearest Chloe." And every single one ended with, "I love you, Chloe." Chloe. Not some stranger, but my best friend. I knelt amidst the scattered pages, my fingertips trembling so violently I couldn't even grip a single sheet. Tears streamed down my face, blurring the words on the paper. "Chloe, make sure you have an extra slice of that apple pie from the west side tonight. You know the one you love." "Chloe, I'm sorry to make you sad again." "Chloe, after I die, please scatter my ashes under the old oak tree, so I can always watch over you." The old oak tree. Our old oak tree. The devastating news of my parents' deaths arrived when I was eight. I curled up in a corner of our home, crying until no sound came out. Liam and Chloe, one on each side, stubbornly held my hands and led me away from the house. We ran to the old oak tree on the back hill, the one that had stood there for who knows how many years. Tears still stained Chloe's face, but she raised three fingers, pointing at the trunk, her voice choked but incredibly clear. "I swear, from now on, I'll protect Alice for her mom and dad for the rest of my life! No one is