After a brutal fifteen-mile trek through the snow, I reached a military outpost. There, I discovered a newspaper announcing my death.
Two days later, my husband Gavin stood before a packed cathedral, pretending to mourn at my funeral.
As he delivered his speech, the doors suddenly burst open and I walked down the aisle wearing torn tactical gear.
Dragging the rusted chain behind me, I stopped at the altar and said, “Sorry I’m late to my own funeral-
