“Baby,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”
No, I wasn’t okay.
But I also didn’t want him to be hurting the five-star general that was currently the only man that could make my life a living hell.
“You’ve been asleep for days,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I wasn’t okay. Not at all.
And I knew without a shadow of a doubt I didn’t want to return to the Army.
Not after what I’d just gone through.
“No, I’m not okay.” I swallowed hard. “I want to go home.”
His eyes turned soft. “You’re coming home. As of this afternoon, you’ve been medically discharged.”
Thank. God.
I closed my eyes in relief, but then something my father had said to me brought me up short.
Eyes flashing open, I stared at my dad. “The man that saved me. Drill Sergeant Solomon. Where is he? Is he here?”
My father’s jaw clenched. “No, honey. He’s not. He’s been detained for further questioning for attempted murder of that piece of shit Brees.”
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