A Soldiers Coming Home by Susie McIver

I wasn’t dead; I was alive and returning home for Christmas and for Shannon. In the depths of my mind, a storm of doubts brewed. Would she only see my physical scars, or would she still love me even with my broken body?
As for Shannon, her emotions churned inside her. He wasn’t a memory or a ghost. He stood before me, breathing and alive. Will he love Holly as I do, or will he think I got pregnant to trap him four years ago?