The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

back. Her hands were red like she’d scrubbed them too hard.

When she saw me, she crossed herself.

“Colonel Hart?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes filled.

“I am sorry. I should have called you sooner.”

“You’re the reason I got here.”

She shook her head.

“I heard her today. I heard her say, ‘Please, Todd, I just want my phone.’”

She looked toward the guest house.

“I took the continue reading …