Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

He wanted to light up a cigarette, but then he remembered how Yvonne always nagged Bernard to quit, even going so far as to

secretly stash away his packs.

After her nudging, Bernard did kick the habit, but when she passed away, he soon found solace in smoking again.

It was through these intimate moments that Fitch never doubted Bernard for a second. Even now, he clung to the hope that

somewhere in the paperwork, he'd find evidence proving Bernard's innocence.

Standing there for a moment, Fitch decided to leave, but then he remembered Bernard mentioning that he could check in on lan

anytime.

Since he was free today and hadn't turned up any new leads, he figured he might as well pay lan a visit.

He called Bernard, "You free? Mind sendinglan's address? I'm gonna swing by."

Bernard raised an eyebrow and reached for the birdseed, feeding the caged bird with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

"Sure thing, I'll text you the details."

"I'm at Yvonne's grave. Today's her anniversary. I saw the roses you left - you're always the first."

Bernard's fingers paused, slowly setting down the birdseed, "She'd probably wantthere early."

didn't know what to say. A man so devoted to his

address on his phone along with Bernard's explicit instructions, "Don't stay over an hour.

plus I'm being watched; can't

another word, Fitch got in

the area well; it was a neighborhood where official families lived, and he and lan

lab in such a place. After driving in, Fitch parked

house.

of armed guards. The Haskins family also had a residence here,

share of military talent; they'd congregate in there to host private

rarely allowed in. The

the area.

the door and was quickly greeted. Inside, he swapped his shoes in the

much since

baked cakes here for him and lan. Any kid who had

most popular and perhaps the kindest adult Fitch had ever

the kitchen where Yvonne

slowly making his

but lan was likely on the

rooms had been merged into one large space where lan now lay in

assistant busy

a mask on her face and gave him

his way over, Fitch had pondered whether all this was sdark plot by Bernard. But now, he saw for himself that