“You wanted Mercer to get whatever process everyone else gets.”
“That’s close.”
He looked down.
“Kate, I remember.”
“You’ve said that.”
“No.”
He looked up.
“I remember more.”
ROTC.
Arthur’s anger.
The accusation that I had chosen the Army over my family.
Then:
“You came back once.”
That memory surprised me.
“What?”
“You brought me a driving manual.”
I laughed softly.
“You thought you knew everything.”