Accusation
"You knew."
There was no shouting this time. No seething hot breath glancing her jaw, tightening her spine; no veins breaking perpendicular to frown lines from the sheer force of anger—so much anger, so much indignation, so much hurt. How could you? How could she? How could she explain this to a soldier? There was no answer for three years of nightmares; not even in the cold, unchanging timbre between I need you and I need him more.
But now there was nothing. Just the quiet, tired gaze of a sergeant. Sally may have been the only person who saw her as an equal; another just as overworked and overlooked, another of his casualties— and for now, that was enough.
"I knew.