Chapter Nineteen
Eric didn’t linger in the wardroom after Joe left. Lately, he’d been doing a lot of soul searching, which was something he had never done. He’d heard others speak of how’d they sit up all night under the stars or with a cup of coffee right at dawn, watching the sun make its way over the horizon as the birds chirped and the sounds of morning came alive around them, and they listened and were still. But Eric had always brushed that off as a waste of time, choosing instead to throw himself into whatever he did with both hands: doing, not thinking things to death.
Now, at the oddest times, he’d find himself just watching something and wondering if he could have made better choices. What should he do to make things better for him, but first for Abby? If she was happy and safe
