photos on the wall as though they weren’t there...
Whatever had happened, she didn’t have to know right now. In his own time, he’d tell her. For now, her job was to love him. To help him find his way back. To show him the way, if she had to. To let him know that whatever had been done to him, whatever, didn’t change him and her, fighting their way through life together. Didn’t change them.
He’d been given back to her. That was all that mattered.
Their love would do the rest.
How could he have walked into this without a plan? Everything was about the plan. Without a plan, there was chaos.
Chaos was unacceptable.
Walking to the back of the house, Winston worked his mind toward a plan. For that, he needed a goal. He had two. Active duty. That was clear.
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