80 Call of Duty
Leighton Estelle wasn’t answering her phone. I had sent a message the moment we touched down. Just before I left the plane to greet my parents. They knew before I said anything, my mother breaking down in tears before me. My father gripped my shoulder tightly. “I’m sorry dad.” “It’s not your fault son.” His voice hitched. “He died a warrior, fighting for what he believed in. There is no more poetic death than that.” “He shouldn’t be dead at all.” Felicity threw herself from the plane. “It’s not fair.” “Life isn’t fair, Felicity. You know that more than many.” My mother helped her up from the floor. I hadn’t ever felt like I had let my parents down before. Growing up Ashton had been the bad boy, I had always been the good brother. “Good to see you son.” My dad appeared at my
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