allowed my son to grow up without his father. You forged my intentions and destroyed lives because you couldn’t accept me choosing something you didn’t approve of.”
“I did what was best for your military career!” she snapped, glancing toward the neighboring homes.
“No. You did what was best for your ego. And it ends today.”
I took the small wooden box from my jacket, the one holding Leo’s hospital bracelet and the returned letter bearing her handwriting.
“Until you give Jessi a complete written apology and participate in the
