Alemão
When she saw the bloodstain on the floor, Elize stopped abruptly. Her face turned pale, her eyes fixed on the dark spot on the floor that still bore the marks of that night.
"Don't look," I spoke quickly, trying to divert her attention. "Don't look, Elize. I'll come back and clean it up."
She turned her face to me.
"Are we coming back here?" she asked softly.
"No. We're not coming back here. I'm with the command now, Elize. And I need to live there, close to where things happen."
She nodded slowly, but her words caught me by surprise.
"I want to sell this place, then."
"I'll handle it," I responded promptly, feeling a lump in my throat. This house was part of what we had been, of a life that no longer existed. And maybe it was better this way.
She ran her hands through her
