CALEB KINGSTON

The dead pack soldiers had been buried with tears and pain.

Their families were compensated and taken care of, but we were not the same that week.

Caine has not been himself since we left the hospital and was either working on his laptop or in the gym trying to get his leg to heal faster.

The attacker had gotten him in the stomach and dug deeply into his right thigh, even though he was healing fast the leg was taking time to heal.

I would wake up at night, and he would be grunting and huffing away with workouts.

Or he was either in the garage or sneakily on a call or in a meeting with people I did not know when they arrived at the house.

Everybody was trying to get to the root of the problem and being extra careful.

He was trying to be sneaky about it, he did not want me to know anything about it.

I had not seen Megan for a while now and David was not forthcoming with any information I asked about.

Caine was still my sweet, loving husband, but he seemed a shadow of himself now and alw