She doesn't want to answer the door. She knows her life will never be the same. But the knock happens. And the man in the dress with a solemn face removes his cover.
"Elizabeth McCord?"
She wants to say no, but she nods.
"The commandant of the Marine Corps has entrusted me…"
She whites out. The words become fuzzy. Other than husband, killed in action, shot down, Fallujah. Her chest aches and an envelope is handed to her. She stares at it for a long time after the man in the uniform departs.
She opens delicately.
If you're reading this…