Valerie Came Home From Deployment to Find Her Twelve-Year-Old Daughter in Intensive Care
Her fingers stopped on her elbow.
“You were overseas.
I was here.
There’s a difference.”
“Was he here,” I asked, “or was he somewhere else that night?”
She picked up her coffee.
“That isn’t a question you get to ask me.”
Charles came out of 412 with his coat over his arm, keys already in his hand.