I had one job. Protect her.

Thirty men who'd die on my word. Every mile of coast from Savannah to the Florida line.

And when my club turned on my wife, I sat at the head of that table and I said nothing.

Eleven seconds. That's how long I was quiet.

She was gone by morning.

It took me nine months to find her.

Nine months of chasing a woman who changed her phone, her name, her whole life just to get away from mine.

She's in Tennessee now. Little rental house. Job at a bookstore. Smiles at people like she never learned to flinch.

And she's holding a baby with my eyes.

She won't let me hold him.

She won't let me in the door.

She won't hear one word about how sorry I am — because sorry is just a sound, and she's heard every sound I know how to make.

So I quit talking.

I fix the porch light. I clean the gutters. I leave groceries she already buys.

I stand in the road outside a house that isn't mine, and I go home at sundown, and I come back the next day.

Every day.

There's a man three doors down who teaches guitar.

He's kind. He's steady. He's everything I wasn't.

He's already halfway to loving her, and I don't blame her one bit for looking.

But I'm the one who's going to be standing there when she's done deciding.

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