After Linda left, the fragile sense of calm in David's life completely fell apart.
Everything felt off after that. His routines, his thoughts, even the silence in his apartment started to feel unbearable, and the emptiness she left behind only grew harder to ignore.
On the surface, he remained the same cold, decisive, commanding special operations commander—training, missions, deployments, everything proceeding as usual.
But only he knew that something was different.
He would lose focus.
During tactical analysis meetings, listening to his subordinates' reports, a scene would suddenly flash before his eyes: Linda sitting quietly at her desk reading, sunlight on her profile, her eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.
Back then, he had thought life was peaceful and taken it
