CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
As Riley arrived at the administration building with Bill, Lucy, and Col. Larson, her discomfort mounted. She couldn’t imagine what she could say to Private Kyle Barton’s widow. What were the right words to say to a young mother whose husband had been killed so abruptly? His death seemed meaningless, and yet it had been no accident. It had been murder.
A female civilian staff member quickly escorted them to a visitors’ room where the family was waiting. The staff member introduced them all and quickly left the room.
The widow’s name was Ellen, and the daughter’s name was Sian.
Riley guessed that little Sian was about fourteen months old. The freckled, golden-haired little girl appeared to have just started to walk and was taking great joy in it. She laughed with deli
