MasukThe next few weeks changed the rhythm of Lela's life in a way she hadn't expected. Jack started calling again—sometimes in the morning before his day began, sometimes late at night when the time difference made it difficult for either of them to stay awake, and sometimes during the strangest hours when Lela would hear his voice and immediately feel that familiar ache in her chest. At first, she was grateful. She wanted every call, every photograph, every little story about Korea. She wanted to hear about what he ate, what he did that day, whether he was sleeping, whether he missed Lily, whether he missed home. But slowly, something began to change. Jack started going out almost every night with people from his unit. He talked about bars, restaurants, clubs, and groups of soldiers who had decided they needed to get out and enjoy themselves after long days. At first Lela didn't think much of it. She knew he was young, away from home, and surrounded by other soldiers doing exactly the sa
For several seconds, Lela could hear nothing except the faint static of the phone against her ear. Jack had said the words so quietly that they seemed to settle into the room rather than actually travel through the phone. What I’m about to tell you isn’t going to be easy. Lela sat completely still on the edge of the couch, her injured leg stretched carefully in front of her, one hand wrapped around the silver bracelet on her wrist. Her thumb traced the engraving without even thinking about it. Until you walk back to me. She had held onto those words through surgeries, therapy sessions, sleepless nights, and the morning Jack had boarded the plane for Korea. She had held onto them when the silence from him stretched from days into more than two weeks. But now, with the bank account nearly empty and Jack finally on the phone, those words suddenly felt fragile. “Jack,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, “please don't make me sit here and imagine the worst.” On the other end,
The morning Jack left was nothing like Lela had imagined.There had been no dramatic speeches. No promises shouted across an airport. No attempt to make the goodbye beautiful.There had only been tears.So many tears that Lela eventually couldn't see clearly.Jack had stood in front of her in his uniform, his bags packed, his orders tucked safely away, while Lily slept against Lela's mother's shoulder. Lela had tried to remain composed because she had promised him she wouldn't make his departure harder than it already was.She had failed.The moment Jack reached for her, she broke.She wrapped both arms around him and held him so tightly that neither of them wanted to let go."I don't want you to go," she whispered."I know.""I hate this.""I know.""I love you.""I love you too."She pulled back just enough to look at him."Come home."Jack's eyes were red."I will.""Promise?""Promise."Then Lily woke up.Her sleepy little face appeared over Lela's mother's shoulder."Daddy?"Jack
The number on the calendar had changed again.Sixty days.Jack stood in the kitchen early that morning, staring at the calendar while holding a cup of coffee. He had been awake for almost an hour, but he hadn't made any attempt to wake Lela. He knew she needed the sleep. Her body had been working harder since Dr. Adelman had cleared her to begin gradually putting more weight on her injured leg, and the therapy sessions had become more demanding.Sixty days.Two months.That was all that remained before he would leave for Korea.He stared at the date for another moment before taking a pen and circling it.Then he heard the soft sound of crutches behind him.He turned.Lela stood in the doorway."You're up.""So are you."She smiled."I wanted coffee."Jack held up his cup."I can make you some.""I can make it.""I know."He waited.Lela carefully crossed the kitchen.She was different now.She still moved slowly.She still favored her injured leg.She still used the crutches.But ther
For the first time in months, Jack turned his alarm off.There would be no rushing.No appointment.No physical therapy.No military briefing.No packing.No conversations about Korea.No counting days.Just one day.One day where they were allowed to forget that seventy-two days remained.When Lela woke up, she immediately noticed something was different.The house was quiet.Jack wasn't already dressed.There was no sound of coffee brewing.She turned toward him."You turned the alarm off."Jack opened one eye."I did.""What time is it?""Almost nine."Lela stared at him."Nine?""Yep.""We never sleep until nine.""We do today."She smiled."Why?""Because I said so."Lela laughed."You don't get to make the rules.""I do today."She looked at him for a moment."What's the plan?"Jack smiled."No plan."She raised an eyebrow."None?""None.""Not even breakfast?""We'll figure it out.""Not even Lily's schedule?""She'll tell us."As if she understood, Lily began making noises fro
The morning after Lily's first birthday felt strangely quiet.The house still looked like a celebration had happened inside it. Balloons floated against the ceiling, some already beginning to lose their shape. A few ribbons were scattered across the floor, and the kitchen counter was covered with leftover cake, plates, cups, and presents that had not yet been put away. One of Lily's new toys was sitting in the middle of the living room, flashing lights every few seconds even though nobody had touched it.Lela woke before everyone else.She sat quietly in bed and looked at the bracelet around her wrist.Until you walk back to me.Her fingers traced the words.Then she looked at Jack.He was asleep beside her.For a few minutes, she simply watched him.He looked peaceful.She wondered if he would look that peaceful in Korea.She wondered what time he would sleep.What he would eat.Whether he would call.Whether he would be lonely.Whether he would miss Lily's birthday next year.Whethe
We had barely made it twenty feet into the mall before Mom was already pulling dresses off racks."Mom.""What?""We've been here two minutes.""And?""You already have six dresses."She looked down at the armful of clothes she was carrying."I do.""That's a problem.""No, it's called being prepar
"Where is Jack taking you for dinner?" Mom asked as we walked toward the mall entrance.I smiled."Pier W."Mom stopped so fast I nearly walked right into her."What?"I laughed."Pier W."She just stood there staring at me."The Pier W?""Yes, Mom."For a moment she didn't say anything.Then she g
Friday morning arrived much earlier than I would have liked.My alarm went off at six, and for a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling.The events of the night before slowly came back to me.Dinner with Mom and Dad.The interrogation.The shopping trip I had somehow been volunteered f
"Okay," Dad said as he leaned back in his chair. "Let's talk about this Jack guy."I groaned."Do we have to?""Absolutely."Mom laughed."We definitely have to."I shook my head."There's really not much to tell."Dad pointed at me."Start with what you know."I thought about it for a moment."Wel







