And quietly said:
“Ask him what happened in Fallujah.”
The room went completely silent.
PART FOUR — THE MAN I BURIED
Claire followed me outside.
“Cole!”
I kept walking.
“Cole, wait!”
I stopped.
She caught up to me.
“What did he mean?”
I turned around.
“You never asked.”
“Asked what?”
“About my knee.”
“You told me it was an old injury.”
“It was.”
“What happened?”
I looked at her.
“I was deployed.”
She stared.
“I knew you were in the military.”
“You knew I served.”
“I didn’t know…”
“You never asked.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
I wasn’t angry.
That surprised her.
Maybe it surprised me too.
“I didn’t tell you everything because I wanted a normal life.”
She whispered:
“What happened?”
“I lost people.”
She covered her mouth.
“My knee was damaged. I spent months recovering. When I came home, I didn’t want to be that guy anymore.”
“The guy
I turned eighteen on a Tuesday. No cake. No card. Not even a half-hearted “happy birthday.” Just my father sitting at the kitchen table, his wife stirring sugar into her mug, and my stepbrother leaning back in his chair with that look people get when they already know how the story ends.
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