Hunny
Chapter 7: Three Days, No Air, and a Toddler Full of Screams
Lisbeth was one and a half, and her lungs were as strong as her mother’s pride—capable of rattling windows, nerves, and the occasional stranger’s sympathy. The Navy had released E.C., honorable and quiet as ever, his duffel bag packed with folded memories and letters from home. He stepped off that bus from the base for the last time, with the same soft-eyed steadiness he’d had since boyhood, the kind that made people trust him without knowing why.
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