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Chapter 6 - The Deployment

We stepped out onto the front porch into the cool evening air. The black SUV idled smoothly at the curb, its headlights cutting a sharp beam through the gathering dusk.

Colonel Vance held the rear door open for me, gently taking Caleb from my arms and securing his car seat with military precision.

As I slid into the passenger seat, I looked back one last time at the colonial house on Elmwood Avenue. Aaron was standing in the doorway, staring blankly into space, while Margaret had collapsed onto the living room sofa, sobbing hysterically into a velvet pillow. The fortress of control had turned out to be a house of cards, blown away by a single gust of truth.

Dad climbed into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and shifted into drive.

For the first few miles, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't heavy; it was the peaceful quiet of a battlefield finally cleared of smoke.

"Are you holding up, Elena?" Dad asked gently, glancing over at me as we merged onto the highway.

I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for three long years. My ankle throbbed faintly, but the pain was nothing compared to the immense weight that had been lifted from my chest.

"I feel like I just woke up from a three-year nightmare, Dad," I whispered, tears of relief spilling over my eyelashes. "How did you even know to be on Elmwood Avenue today?"

Dad smiled faintly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I didn't. I was flying into Denver for a Department of Defense briefing at Buckley Space Force Base. My transport route happened to take me right past your neighborhood. Call it divine intervention—or superior satellite reconnaissance."

I laughed, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "I’m so sorry I didn't tell you how bad things were. I wanted to prove I could handle it. I wanted to be a good wife."

"There is a vast difference between being a good wife and being a prisoner, Elena," Dad said firmly, reaching across the center console to squeeze my hand. "You never have to fight alone again. As long as I have breath in my lungs, no one—absolutely no one—will ever make my daughter walk two miles while carrying my grandson."

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"Thank you, General," I teased softly.

Dad chuckled, a warm, booming sound that made Caleb stir happily in the back seat. "At ease, soldier. Right now, your only mission is getting home and getting some rest."

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