Loïc“The thought of being responsible for another life sends a wave of panic through me so fierce that I can barely breathe.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I drop my duffel onto the floor with a thud. Home. I look around the living room where I shared so many laughs with Cooper and Maggie. I swallow hard at the memories. It’s all the same yet so vastly different.
Maggie left all the furniture and knickknacks. To most people’s eyes, this space would look like a normal home.
But I see all that’s missing, the little personal details.
The socks that were always on the floor at the base of the couch where Cooper had taken them off after a long day at base—he hated the feeling of socks and had an issue with actually putting them in the laundry room—are gone. Maggie’s colorful water bottles that used to gr
