A tall man in a decorated uniform stood there, his expression dark and unreadable. Colonel Richard Bennett—Sophie’s father.
“Madison,” he said coldly. “What are you doing?”
Sophie froze, her face draining of color. I slowly sat up, my hip aching but my pride intact.
“Colonel Bennett,” I greeted softly. “It’s been a long time since Helmand Province.”
His eyes widened in recognition.
“Nora Hale… you’re the nurse who saved my life.”
Confusion spread across Sophie’s face.
“What are you talking about?”
The Colonel turned to the stunned guests.
“Twenty years ago, during an ambush in Afghanistan, I was left bleeding in the desert. She found me—dragged me two miles under sniper fire to safety. Without her, I wouldn’t be here to see my daughter’s wedding.”
