“Did we lose any men?” Hunter whispered, he didn't want his children to see him show a thread of fear.
“We lost two men. Headshots, no chance of survival.”
He hissed, they were home already. “Go freshen up, we have to talk.”
“Who? Me?” Noah and Ava asked at the same time, turning to him.
“Both of you. We need to talk.”
“Okay Dad. Are you good though?” Noah asked.
He nodded and dismissed them.
“Dad is going through a lot, he behaves so calm and composed. I wish I could help.” Ava said, walking tiredly into the house.
Noah was silent and kept following her side by side. “You're quiet, what's wrong?”
“Nothing, it's just that you can help.” Noah said, pausing by the path to his room
“By doing what? How can I help?”
“You know how, Ava. You just don't want to.”
“Nope and nope. We are
