I didn’t sleep.  

How could I?  

Instead, I sat on the commander’s huge bed, still with the same sheets we had lain on. I ran my hands over the soft fabric and remembered those brief moments of happiness, the sweet taste of his kiss, his hands on me. My heart was in pieces, because even with Lance Chase's words about the commander not being able to protect me, he was still my husband. And ever since I met him, he had saved my life.

And I loved him deeply.  

I ...