My father-in-law and his eight sons b/ea/t my pregnant wife until she lost our baby… then laughed outside her ICU door, mocking me as a “worthless, broke soldier.” They had no idea I wasn’t just any soldier-I was the commander of a black-ops hit squad. As my phone buzzed with a message reading “Target confirmed,” I looked at them and whispered…

shattered porcelain doll. She was swallowed by a massive, intimidating array of life-support machinery, her skin a ghostly translucent white against the sterile bedding. Translucent tubes snaked across her bruised arms, and the rhythmic, synthetic hiss of the mechanical ventilator was the sole indicator she hadn’t completely slipped away.

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