K N O X ' S P. O. V
"Morning Ma," I kiss her cheek, grabbing one of the pancakes from the fresh stack.
She whacks my hand with the spatula, "These are for Caitlin, not you. Eat your stupid bran flakes."
"Ouch Ma, you don't think I'm allowed pancakes anymore? One won't hurt me."
"Eat them all you like, but we both know you're still a health nut. It'll take twenty push-ups to burn one of these off and I don't want to hear you complaining about it later."
"Yeah yeah, you know it was the army that made me like this. Soggy oatmeal was my favourite meal back then, you get used to it."
Her expression softens, as she remembers my deployment. That was a dark time for us all. My father had just died and I needed an escape, but also a way to get close to him again.
The army was the perfect
