The first photo was of a wedding. A young groom in uniform stood next to an elegantly dressed bride. Next to the groom was a younger Logan dressed as the best man. He had a frown on his features, but he also couldn't keep his eyes off the groom's sister, all grown up, not a mark on her. Marie. It would always be Marie for him, whether she was climbing trees or looking beautiful in her blue dress. She had always taken his breath away, but he was shipping out in a matter of days. How could he put his claim on her when he might never come back?
What he never noticed about the picture till years had gone by was Marie was watching him just as much as he was watching her.