He buries an agonized sound into my hair and chokes out, “I’m sorry.”
I don’t need to ask what he’s apologizing for.
As a Delta Force operative, there is absolutely zero contact once he deploys. The instant he steps foot out the door, he ceases to exist. He becomes a ghost. I never know when he’ll return home again and if ever he doesn’t…
I will never know why.
There won’t even be a body to bury. He’ll simply vanish into thin air. Gone. Nothing but a distant memory.
He’s apologizing for the past fifty-one days. He’s apologizing for the thousand more to come.
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