It's my country's Memorial Day today, and, well, I thought this was what I could do to show my support.
You
Kurt's face drained of blood. His hands shook, and he clenched the phone tighter. Elizabeth tugged on his arm.
"Daddy, daddy, is that Papa on the phone? Can I talk to him? Please, please?"
Kurt swallowed, muttering something almost inaudible and hung up. He lifted Elizabeth from the floor and sat her on his knees, holding her hands tightly, his eyes wide open.
"Lizzy, honey, I…" tears welled up in his eyes and he blinked them away. Lizzy. She was all that mattered not.
She put a tiny, warm hand on his cheek. "What's wrong, Daddy? Don't cry," she said with the same innocent Kurt used to have. He had none of that left.
"My baby," he grabbed her and pressed her against his chest. "Papa's not coming home."