His eyes softened, guilt flickering across his face. “God, Jenny… I was so scared.”
I pressed my forehead against him, breathing him in.
“Me too.”
For a long time, we just held onto each other, letting the silence speak for all the words we couldn’t say. He had been through hell. So had I.
But we were here. Together.
Then, after a moment, I saw it—the look in his eyes. A quiet resolve, a decision already made.
“You’re thinking about something,” I said, pulling back just enough to study his face.
A faint smile ghosted his lips.
“I am.”
I waited, my heart pounding.
“I’m done, Jenny.” His voice was steady now, firm. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting you through this.
I can’t keep risking my life, knowing that one day, I might not come back.”
Tears welled in my eyes again, but this time, for a different reason. “Ethan, are you sure?”
He nodded, squeezing my hand. “I’ve given everything to my country.
But now… I want to be home. With you. With our family.” His voice broke.
“I want to be there for the little things. The bedtime stories, the first days of school, the holidays. I don’t want to miss any more of it.”
A sob escaped me, but I was smiling.
“Ethan…”
He exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at me again, his gaze filled with certainty.
“I fought for my country,” he murmured. “Now, I’m ready to fight for us.”
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