---- Chapter 6 After a flight that took over ten hours, my colleagues and I finally landed. We were all exhausted. Our destination was completely unlike the peaceful, prosperous nation we just left. This was a war zone. We were surrounded by gunfire and ammunition. One careless move, and I could easily lose my life here. As we rested briefly in the vehicle, Zachary Watson, the leader of the medic team we were assigned to, began filling us in on the present situation out here. He also gave us all a gun, saying that while it was important to save the injured, keeping ourselves alive was the most essential duty of all. His words struck a chord with me. I was abruptly reminded of my initial years of being married to Ivy. I'd cherished her as if she were everything to me. The old me considered her more important than my own life. ---- Soon, we arrived at our assigned post. Many injured soldiers sat on the muddy road as they bled out from their arms or legs. It was then that I was informed there had just been a bombing in the area. These soldiers, who were all sporting alarming wounds, were already the least injured ones. The operating rooms were too full, so they had to be left by the side of the road. I had no time to think of anything else. Immediately, I scrambled over to bandage their injuries. That was just the start. In the days to come, everything I witnessed ended up changing my perspective on life. At the same time, I became even more certain that I'd made the right decision for me. I didn't regret joining the Frontline Medical Corp and coming here. One afternoon, Sean Turner, a colleague of mine, came rushing in. In gasps, he told me someone was here to see me. ---- Assuming it was a wounded patient in need of help, I was just about to head out when he continued, "I think they said it's someone from back home-a woman." My footsteps paused. Immediately, Ivy's face popped up in my head. Before I could refuse to see the visitor, Ivy had already found me. "Abel, it's really you!" Eyes red, she came running up to me and hugged me tightly. I could feel her tears dripping onto my neck. Feeling a little awkward, I pushed her away from me. Back when I'd just gotten onto the plane, Eric had texted me. He said the divorce paperwork had already been submitted to the court. Regardless of whether Ivy agreed to the divorce, by law, the court would still decree that our marriage had failed, and the divorce would be finalized. Since that was the case, why did Ivy go through all that effort just to come looking for me? "We're divorced, Ivy," I reminded her.