Chapter 112

Jean

How long has it been? Two hours maybe since I fell asleep on the couch from exhaustion. How many times have I cried myself to sleep these days? But I needed that.

Sometimes, a good cry is what you really need to clear your head. And now that my head is clear, I’m starting to regret everything I said earlier.

I find myself in the kitchen after my stomach grumbles its complaints. I don’t remember when the last time I ate was, I think it was before the mission started. I fix myself a simple breakfast of bread and coffee, forcing my mind to stay blank as I go about mundane activities.

After loading the dishwasher, I head back to the bedroom on the second floor to rest, there’s nothing else to do anyway. I try to watch a movie but I can’t seem to focus, not even making it to the ten-minute mark. I can’t seem to shake the images of Adeline in my arms along with our other fallen soldiers.

I clench my fists until I could feel my fingernails bury deep into the skin of my palms, the pain g