You don’t even know what name you married.
Then a third.
Ask Linda what happened to the real Ryan.
I read the words twice.
Then I forwarded them to Sarah.
Outside, the base lights burned steady through the dark.
Inside, I understood something with perfect clarity.
My war had not begun when Linda shaved my head.
It had begun years before I ever met Ryan.
And now, finally, I had found the battlefield.
