STRIKER

I hugged and bid everyone goodbye before getting into our getaway car.

My dad came and hugged me tight as he began getting all emotional. “Have fun.”

“We’ll be back soon, Dad.”

“Don’t rush it. I want you two to enjoy your honeymoon.”

“We will.”

“You’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Of course.” He swallowed hard as if he wanted to tell me something. He should be happy for me, but right now, he looked shattered.

“Dad, I’m going for a honeymoon, not to the war.”

“I know, Striker.”

“But I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t convincing.

“I swear, and you know me....