Alemão
I should go home, I really should, but the word "betrayal" kept hammering in my head. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it out. It felt like it was burned into my mind. The hatred grew, the doubt gnawed at me, and I knew that if I went home now, part of that anger would end up being taken out on Elize. And I didn't want that. I couldn't do that.
I stayed on the hill. I sat at the command post, watching the sun set, the hill slowly sinking into darkness. When the jealousy finally calmed down, my mind cleared. Elize's uncle knew something, of course he did. He might even know about the guy in the photo, the same one I saw in bed with her that night. And I needed to get to the bottom of the truth.
When night fell completely, the Captain approached, sitting next to me with a
