LOGINThree weeks.Twenty-three days, to be exact.That was how long it had been since Lela had heard Jack's voice.She understood why.AIT was demanding.His letters still arrived every few days, each one dated a week or more before it reached her mailbox.He wrote about anatomy classes.Medical scenarios.Long days.Early mornings.Field exercises.Every letter ended the same way.I love you.I'm counting the days until I see you again.But there hadn't been another phone call.Not because he didn't want to call.Because he simply hadn't been given the opportunity.Lela reminded herself of that every morning.And every night.Still...There were moments when doubt crept quietly into her thoughts."Maybe he's too busy.""Maybe things changed."Then she'd open another letter.And his familiar handwriting would push those fears away.At least for a while.Saturday morning dawned cool and clear.The first hints of autumn painted the trees in shades of orange and gold.Lela tied her running sh
"Lela..."Jack smiled as he leaned against the wall outside the barracks."I've been waiting four days to hear your voice."Lela laughed through happy tears."I've been waiting four days for this phone to ring.""You've been crying."She smiled."Maybe a little.""A little?""Okay..."She laughed."A lot."Jack closed his eyes."I'm sorry.""No."She shook her head even though he couldn't see her."Don't apologize.""I'm proud of you.""I just miss you.""I miss you too.""So much."They both fell quiet for a second.Neither wanted to waste a single minute."So..." Lela asked."How is it?"Jack looked around the hallway."It's strange.""Strange how?""I forgot how organized everything is.""When somebody says formation is at 0500...""They mean 0500."Lela laughed."Sounds like the Army.""It does.""And my body remembers everything.""Even if my knees don't."She laughed harder."Your knees?""I'm getting old.""Oh please.""You're thirty.""I feel eighty."She smiled."I bet Dad wo
The house felt quieter than Lela remembered.Not empty.Just... missing something.When Frank pulled into the driveway, Lela looked at the front porch where Jack had stood just hours earlier.It was strange how quickly life could change.One minute he was sitting beside her in the truck, joking about ditches.The next...He was behind the gates of Fort Sam Houston beginning an entirely different chapter.Pamela unlocked the front door."Why don't I make some tea?"Lela smiled weakly."I think I'm just going to go upstairs for a little while."Pamela nodded."Okay.""If you need anything...""I know."Lela climbed the stairs slowly.She closed her bedroom door and sat on the edge of her bed.The silence felt enormous.She reached for her phone.No new messages.She laughed quietly to herself."He's probably still in-processing.""He's not ignoring you."She knew that.But knowing something and feeling it were two different things.She lay back against her pillows.For the first time in
Lela didn't sleep.She lay awake staring at the ceiling, the little notebook Jack had given her resting on the pillow beside her.She had read the first page so many times she had almost memorized it.If I can't call you, write me. If I can't answer right away, keep writing anyway. I'll read every word.She traced the words with her fingertips."I hope you mean that," she whispered into the darkness.Downstairs, she heard Frank making coffee.It was only 4:15 in the morning.No one in the house had really slept.Across town, Jack stood in his bedroom surrounded by two duffel bags.One contained uniforms, boots, and paperwork.The other held the ordinary things that made a place feel like home.Photographs of Monica.A picture of him and Lela taken at Hotel Hershey.A small stuffed dinosaur Monica had insisted he take "so Daddy isn't lonely."His mother quietly appeared in the doorway."You packed?"Jack nodded."I think so."She smiled."You've checked those bags six times.""I know."
The weeks passed faster than either of them wanted.September seemed impossibly far away...Until suddenly it wasn't.Jack continued working construction with Frank every weekday.He never complained about the early mornings.He still grumbled every time Frank handed him a shovel."Another ditch?" Jack would ask with exaggerated disbelief.Frank would simply smile."Another ditch."Mike would laugh."You know, Ditch Digger, we're going to miss picking on you."Jack smiled."I'll try not to miss the trenches."But underneath the laughter, everyone knew the truth.Jack's last day on the job site was approaching.Lela tried to enjoy every moment they had together.Friday night dinners.Saturday mornings with Monica.Sunday afternoons watching football on Frank and Pamela's back porch.She memorized the sound of Jack's laugh.The way he absentmindedly reached for her hand whenever they walked together.The way he'd kiss her forehead before leaving for work every morning.Every little thin
Monday afternoon arrived with a nervous anticipation neither Jack nor Lela could escape.Frank had handed Lela the letter that morning before she left for work."I told him I couldn't promise anything," he had said quietly. "I only promised I'd give it to you."Lela had tucked the envelope into her purse without opening it.Not because she didn't want to read it.Because she wanted to wait until she was alone.She made it until lunchtime.Sitting alone in her office with the door closed, she carefully unfolded the pages.She immediately recognized Jack's handwriting.The first line made her chest tighten.Lela,I'm not writing this because I expect forgiveness. I'm writing it because you deserved the truth long before you deserved this letter.She kept reading.Jack explained everything.Meeting Smitty by chance at the gas station.The first phone call.The meeting with the recruiter.Talking with his mother.His worries about Monica.The child support payments that left him constantl
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