He was the same man I’d seen on the live security feed.

The same man who’d kissed Kendra on the front porch under the door light.

His face was strangely familiar.

He wasn’t some random guy from a local bar.

I’d seen him before I deployed.

I closed the laptop and slid it into my canvas carrying bag.

The clock on the wall read zero six forty-five.

The morning sun was already heating the metal roof of the comms office.