"He's coming home!" the girl gasped when the letter had been read aloud.
He was coming home. He was alive. But at what cost? No one had told them how bad his injuries were. She wasn't sure if she had the stomach for it, but that's what the doctors and nurses were for, wasn't it? They would clean him up, and when he was presentable, she could be there for him. More importantly, she was here for their parents. It had been close to being her mother's worst nightmare coming true.
"Yes, he's coming home," she replied, "he'll be home."