My father-in-law and his eight sons brutally be@t my pregnant wife, causing us to lose our unborn child. Then they stood outside her ICU room and sneered that no one would help me because I was “just a soldier.”

bloomed around it each spring. It was a place no Sterling name could ever reach.

I stood on the porch one evening, drinking black coffee as the sun sank behind the pines.

I no longer wore a uniform, but I was still on duty.

Tessa stepped outside and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” she whispered. “So quiet.”

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