“We can’t be together now, Lily, but one day, after I’ve gone away and become somebody, I’m gonna find you, and we’ll be together then.” “You promise?” “I promise.” He lifted the chain with his dogtag from around his neck and lowered it over my head. “So you won’t forget, okay?” The silver rectangle dropped down under my shirt, where it dangled cold and certain between my breasts. Zachary Lincoln Taylor, resting there, along my heart. Wading in up to my neck.
