Back at the house, Ryan’s relatives were still gathered in the living room and kitchen. My deck chairs were still near the water. Grocery bags were still spread across the island, and my favorite mugs were still in other people’s hands.
Ryan likely believed the matter was finished.
Jessica likely believed I would calm down, return after the reunion, and let the family move past it without anyone taking responsibility.
Neither of them knew an official military vehicle had already turned onto the road leading straight to my driveway.
