A Test of Fayth (Heart of a Wounded Hero) Read Online Melverna McFarlane

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)

She healed my broken heart, then she ghosted me.
During my twenty years of service in the US Marine Corps, fighting for my country came easy. It was love that brought me to my knees.
Now I have a six-year-old daughter who needs me, but I’m struggling to get past the betrayal that brought her into my life. Her biggest champion is my sexy new neighbor, Fayth, who doesn’t know that once upon a time she used to be my champion, too. Her letters gave me hope that I could find love again.
Out of the blue, she stopped writing, but now that I’ve found her, I’ll do anything to keep her by my side.


Chapter One

Dear John,

I feel like I always have to preface my letters to you by saying this isn’t one of those Dear John letters. Don’t mind my sense of humor, it will grow on you. I hope you are well and keeping as safe as you can considering you put your life on the line to protect people like me every day.

You probably have people worrying about you a lot. That and thanking you for your service. Well, just add me to the list. Learning about your mom supporting you really hit home for me because I can’t always rely on my family to have my back. I’m happy you have that kind of support and you deserve it.

By the way, you can add a kindergarten full of kids as new fans. I hope you don’t mind, but I mentioned I had a pen pal in the marines to my kids and they went over the moon about you. Like super-charged sugar-high level.

Have you ever seen a five-year-old when the sweets kick in? It’s not for the faint of heart.

I can’t complain, though. You’ve surpassed super-hero level awesomeness for them. For me too. Not even my not-so-little Maine Coon, Snugglepuss, gets the fandom treatment like you do when they ask me for updates about you. And don’t say it’s because I fangirl for you. I do, but you don’t have to repeat it.

Next time, I’ll tell you about some stories they make up, starring…you guessed it. You. I hope they’ll entertain you as much as they have me. In the meantime, I’ve enclosed some of their drawings for you.


Fayth Love

Well wishes and condolences

Lei-clad mourners in bright aloha wear mill through the house and backyard. They share funny stories full of affection and intimate knowledge. While their sorrow-filled joy surrounds me, it becomes too much all of a sudden. I seek a few seconds to pull myself together.

I only need two.


Two deep breaths become three, four. With each breath, the sweet-scented maile lei around my neck helps to thin the fog clouding my mind. The murkiness I’ve been swimming in since I heard of my mother’s illness probably won’t disappear for a long time, if ever. Right now, these precious seconds will give me the wherewithal to do my duty to my mother, Makana Kekoa, who I laid to rest this morning.

I wasn’t ready for her to go. For the past seven years, I’d barely come home, and now I have to face the embodiment of my shame every day.

The haunting voice of my mother’s kumu draws me out to the bustling backyard. People seat themselves on the lawn to listen to the traditional Hawaiian words in the oli.

My heart thuds a bittersweet tune. Like many of my responsibilities, I have allowed distance to separate me from many parts of my culture. As the hālau teacher chants a send-off for my mother, I soak in the moment. Hope springs inside me that the words will help to heal me of this festering wound I’ve been living with for too long.

As everything winds down, I realize that I’ve let my mom down again. I walk through the house searching for Vivian, but there is no sign of her.

I stop my mother’s long-time neighbor on his way out. “Thank you so much for coming. My mother would be glad to know how well the community remembers her.”

“Sure thing, Keoni. She was vital to the neighborhood and so proud of you. She always bragged about her son, the best marine that ever was. Now that you’re retired, I hope to see you more often.”

“Of course. By the way, have you seen Vivian?”

“Vivi—oh, I forgot. Makana always called her Apikalia. I’m sure I saw your daughter following Faith next door. Your mother hānaied the young woman when she moved into the neighborhood two years ago. Makana had a big heart for everyone, and Faith turned around and adopted your mother, too.” He pats me on the shoulder as he leaves.

I can’t argue with him. Learning my mother took a stranger in as a daughter is not surprising. She had a soft heart for everybody. My mother was the first to forgive my wife once she couldn’t hide her treachery any longer. I should be over what my wife did to me. It’s been over six years. Yet rage continues to turn my vision red every time I think about that woman.