“Yes, why?
Did something happen?”
He exhaled, and something in his expression softened. “I’m Mason. Allison’s husband.
I just got home this morning from deployment.”
I blinked. “Your wife?”
I invited him in because I didn’t know what else to do.
We sat at my kitchen table, and Mason took off his cap, turning it over in his hands.
“I didn’t know,” he started, his voice calm. “I didn’t know how bad things had gotten while I was gone.”
I waited.
