“Daddy, Mommy said I was a burden and locked me here,” my 7-year-old wept from inside a dog cage. Returning from war, my heart shattered. Then, my wife walked out in silk with a stranger, shocked to see me alive. She thought I was dead-unaware that a trained soldier’s wrath had just begun…

the car. I wasn’t going into that house. Not yet. If I went into that house now, with the fire currently roaring in my veins, I would burn it to the ground.

“We’re leaving, Emma,” I said. “And we are never coming back to Millbrook Lane.”

As I buckled her into the backseat, her eyes drifted to the house one last time.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, love?”

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