Page 174 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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I look back at her.
And there’s no hiding from it now.
No distance.
No excuses.
Just truth.
“You were Tank’s wife,” I say quietly.
There it is.
The real reason.
The real wall.
Her expression softens.
Not hurt.
Not angry.
Understanding.
“I loved him,” she says.
My chest tightens.
“I know.”
“He’s gone,” she continues gently. “Seven years, Havoc.”
That doesn’t make it easier.
“He was my family in all ways that count,” I say.
“And now we are too.”
The words hit deeper than anything tonight.
I go still.
Because that’s the problem.
She’s right.
And I don’t know what to do with that.
