The General's Homecoming 소설 & 이야기

What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?" I nodded. She smiled. Back then, her smile was prettier than anyone's at the group home. But just now, there had been no trace of that smile in her eyes. When she left holding my brother's hand, she did not even look back at me. Neither did Dad. They must really be planning to send me back. If they were going to say it sooner or later, I would rather go first. At least that way, it would not be quite so humiliating.

“How did you guess that, my love? I … I .…” The war general’s words trailed off. He couldn’t even form a proper sentence, so he was eventually forced to fall silent. Angela Jackson also fell silent, but then turned the TV back on. Without turning to look at her husband, the beautiful woman spoke again, “Earlier … I happened to catch the news, Nathan.” “What was the news about?” Nathan asked in return, slowly sitting down beside his wife. “About General Reed’s arrival in Socyla,” Angela explained.

he said and moved. He felt lonely driving alone. He did not turn on the radio lest the young man would hear news that would give Tim and George away. Shortly, he was at headquarters. Gerald got out of the car and appreciated him, “Thank you, Sergeant, for the ride.” “You are welcome. See you later.” He left immediately for the complex and the security men were surprised to see only him. At The Auxiliary Armory PLC The General Manager and the others were standing in the vestibule. They had been following the war news and were glad that the Great Kings Land was defeated ingloriously.

my mother says. I look up and I see General Schubert walking toward us. I straighten my back as a sign of respect to the General. Aubrey takes a step back but I pull her back close to me. She has no idea, but this is what the General expects to see: us as a couple. “General Schubert,” I salute him. “Commander Mortensen, I am so glad to see you recovered,” the general says with a wide grin. Then he turns his eyes to Aubrey and takes her hand to kiss it with gallantry. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mortensen.”

It was only right for her to adjust to her new status. She nodded slowly, and without another word, she walked toward the stairs. As she climbed, the General's voice echoed in her head. You're family now. Family? She stared down at the General and Pierce, her gaze uncertain. "Why doesn't it feel like that?" Pierce stood still, his eyes following her until she disappeared from sight. The silence stretched between him and the General until finally, the older man spoke. "I didn't think you would be able to," the General said. "But you did it. You brought her back."

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

Is it about Grandpa Harold? Surely he would come home and just tell me if it’s about Grandpa. When I get to my office, Uncle Marcus is standing in front of my desk, pacing the floor. He himself also looks like he’s crawling out of his skin. When he turns to face me, the first thing I see is how pale he is. “Hey,” I say, biting my lip as I approach him. “What’s going on?” “Our contact in the United States….” Uncle Marcus takes a deep breath like he’s bracing himself. “…is gone.”

Rain blew through the broken window and touched the side of my face like cold fingers. Maggie called after me. “Lena.” I turned. Her face looked older than it had an hour ago. “If the house whispers…” My throat went dry. “Don’t answer it,” I finished. She nodded once. Damien opened the door. The storm outside had gone strangely quiet. No thunder. No wind. Just rain falling straight down in silver lines. And across the parking lot, on the hood of Damien’s black truck, someone had written one word in blood. HOME.

I sent him back a thumbs up emoji, knowing my cellphone was almost definitely being monitored - and probably would be forever and ever amen. At least the guys were successful. I went to bed at peace with the fact that we'd warned Cole and that the General would eventually give up. The next morning I was surprised to find that the General was leaving, having received information that his son had been sighted a few hundred kilometers away from our town - in a city in the complete opposite direction from the orphanage. I don't know what had happened but I was grateful that the General was vacating the house. Just as I predicted, the moment the door shut firmly behind the General, my father summ

Six years ago, he was a still soldier and was under the leadership of the old general, Titan Charles. Four years ago, the old general had retired and returned to his hometown. Jasper checked Old General Charles' hometown, Yale City. Yale City and Sun City were in the same state. It would take him only two hours to reach there. It was time to visit the old general. Jasper wrote down the contact information and turned off the computer. Then he came out of the room and went to the guest room to see Stella. She was still asleep. Her nose and forehead were full of sweat, dripping down her neck.