Nancy set the phone aside, not sure what to say next, if anything. She stared at the wall across the room, her hand going absently to the rings on the chain around her neck. She waited for the guilt to come, at the same time trying to remember the few times she and Thomas had talked about what if. That dreaded one that no one ever wanted to talk about but usually came up before a deployment. At least it did for families like theirs.
Thomas and Nancy both knew the dangers of his job, they’d never tried to pretend otherwise, or that it couldn’t be him, but as prepared as she had thought she was, she’d been wrong.
She tried to remember that last conversation. They’d talked about money, how much she’d have and what would be coming in, and what she’d need to do to get by. How to finish raisin
