The Rest of Tomorrow

By Bethany Strobel

For Elizabeth March (Liz) loving Ian is as easy as breathing. Unfortunately for her, no one ever told her how much love hurts sometimes.

Having loved Ian since her brother brought him home, and he wedged himself into her family's life. The young Liz once struggled with her feelings of unrequited love that left her feeling invisible. It was something she felt positive would be the hardest obstacle in her love for him. That was until he told her he was enlisting in the service.

Time and distance have a way of testing love like no other trial. The Rest of Tomorrow gives you a glimpse into the life of a woman torn by her desires and her need to be held by the one person that circumstance will not allow. Feel the love, the pain, the angst, and the fear that comes from not knowing if the person you love most is alive, while he/she is deployed in a war zone. And experience the loss and grief that loneliness and separation can create in the wake of loving a man or woman deployed in our service.

Can Liz hold onto the hope that one day Ian will be hers? Or will the pain of watching him leave her behind each time he gets redeployed be too much for her to bear? Enjoy the beauty of a love so fierce it burns like a sun in every moment they spend together. Will Liz and Ian be able to spend the rest of their tomorrows together, loving each other, or will war tear them apart?

Warning: This is a short but powerful read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bethany Strobel
• Release date: Mar 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386749028

Bethany Strobel

Recently, my family and I moved to our happy place, the beach, and we couldn't feel more blessed. In between being a full time mommy to two wonderful children who never cease to amaze me, and being a wife to the bet hubby ever, I try to squeeze time to write into my hectic life everyday. Sometimes, I find myself in full author mode and write into the wee hours of the morning. A special thanks goes out to my hubby for putting up with my artistic spurts. I pour my heart into my writing and fall in love with each and every one of my characters as i hope you will fall in love with them too. As the Destiny Series continues to grow, I will also be branching out into the MG/YA world and starting a project close to my heart. I hope you enjoy the content. Thanks for stopping by, tell a fellow reader, and drop me a line in the contact page.

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Acknowledgement

To the man who will forever hold a place in my heart; I salute you.

And to my new writing partner, thank you for giving me the colors to paint such a beautiful canvas. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Author Note:

I dedicate this story to every spouse or loved one and every service member in any branch of military, for you have walked in Liz’s and Ian’s shoes.

I will forever be grateful to all who have, who are, and who will serve to bring freedom to our nation. You are the legs upon which we stand.

Thank you

Chapter One

Christmas Eve – 2016

I leaned back against the cool tile wall and groaned in discomfort, the pressure in my bladder causing me to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. At this point, I wasn’t sure if standing still and crossing my legs tightly would help more than moving, but the line was moving, albeit slowly. Why people in their right minds chose to travel the busiest holiday of the year was beyond me. I rubbed my eyes and then cracked my knuckles as I waited for the line to move again. Knowing I was next, I tried to distract myself by thinking the bathroom should have a sign that read Welcome to our Bathroom, your personal hell during the Holiday season.

A short time later, after emptying my bladder, I found myself staring into the wall to wall mirror mounted above the sinks. I removed my gold bracelet before I lathered up my hands and placed it reverently on the lip of the sink. I felt a twinge of regret as I looked at it. It was the latest gift Ian had given me. I closed my eyes, trying not to feel ungrateful as the last of the suds washed down the drain. The problem had never been wondering if he cared. He was a good man, and I knew that he did. The problem was in the knowing that our lives would forever be plagued with sad goodbyes and poisoned with longings that couldn’t be fulfilled. That’s what you get when you date someone in the military.

I pushed past the women and girls still standing in the ever-growing line and excused myself as I brushed someone. I hated crowds. I hated people. And worst of all I hated airports. I could see across the corridor into my waiting area that I would have to find another seat. The one that I had occupied some thirty minutes ago