Celeste
The briefing ended, but the tension in the room didn’t.
The moment Billy finished telling everyone what his contacts in Military Intelligence had uncovered, the men erupted into discussion.
Plans.
Questions.
Targets.
Revenge.
I sat silently, listening to them talk about the men who had murdered my mother as though this was some kind of military operation.
And the angrier I became, the harder it was to keep my mouth shut.
Because there was something that nobody seemed to understand.
They weren’t here for me.
They were here for Billy.
That much was obvious.
Every man in the room was ready to risk his life to avenge the people who had hurt Billy. They spoke about the men who had killed my mother as though they had personally wronged him.
But what about me?
She was my mo
