Saving Anastasia
Yet in the set of his shoulders and the quiet command of his stare, I saw pieces of Grandpa—the same storm beneath still waters.
Growing up, we trained side by side, spoke little, and followed orders like clockwork. Missions blurred with muscle memory, and any warmth between us was frozen before it could grow. Grandfather made sure of that.
“Feelings slow your reflexes,” he used to say. “Better to have a steel heart than one made of glass.”
And so we became soldiers first. Family second. If at all
“How are you?” he asked.
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