5
Eric had his duffle bag packed on the bed and listened to Abby saying something to Rachel as the baby fussed. He was dressed in his tan uniform and ready to go.
He carried the bag to the front door and set it on the floor. He glanced at the tan sofa and matching chair, the plain chipped coffee table and the small TV on the stand in the corner of the tiny living room, which was filled with a baby swing, a car seat, piles of baby clothes, and gifts brought over this week by many of the wives on base. Some of the wrapping was still there, and he noticed some of the packages hadn’t even been opened.
He heard something shatter.
“Rachel, no!” Abby yelled, and Rachel started crying.
Eric stepped into the tiny box-like kitchen, which looked identical to Joe and Mary-Margaret’s, and realized
