“He doesn’t know anything?” I typed.

“Nothing,” Haley wrote.

“He just wants his dad home so you two can do your usual weekend stuff.

He keeps his baseball glove on his desk and squeezes it hard whenever Mom talks about your deployment plans.”

Cody had no idea at all.

Haley was carrying the weight of this alone, hiding behind a locked bedroom door in the dark while I was thousands of miles away.

“Don’t tell him,” I typed.