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London“I have to focus on what I can control because nothing is more depressing than trying to change what I can’t.”
—London Wright
To: Loïc Berkeley
From: London Wright
Subject: Funeral
Loïc,
The funeral’s tomorrow. Are they going to let you come home for it? Hopefully, you are already on your way. God, I hope so.
I need to see you. I don’t know what else to say besides I love you.
I. Love. You.
Always. Always. Always.
Love,
London
Sitting on the padded bench in the bay window of my bedroom, I close my laptop.
I’m not good at this, this military life. How do wives and girlfriends handle the stress of it all—the worry, the not knowing, the sadness, the anxiety…the despair? It’s all too much. It’s suffocating. I can’t function.
The days since Cooper’s death have dragged on
