I am home now.

And I am going to make every single part of this right.”

Chapter 10 — Before the Sun Came Up

I did not sleep that night.

I sat on the cold floor of the storage room while my wife finally, at last, slept safely against me, and I listened to the house — the creak of the floorboards above, the comfortable sounds of my mother and sister sleeping soundly in their stolen luxury — and I felt the last of the young man who had left for war four years ago quietly leave my body.

I want to be honest about that, because it is not a triumphant thing, and I do not want to pretend it was.