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Zara
Zara was dusting the library when the door rang. Wondering who’d visit at this time of the morning, she walked to the door and opened it to a beaming Glenn with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands.
Her heart did a double dip. She hadn’t seen him since Fulda, because first he’d been at the military hospital and then quarantined for debriefing or however they called it.
“Glenn. You’re here.” Her brain went blissfully blank as she sank into his arms.
He pushed her inside the house and knocked the door close with his foot, before kissing her like a drowning man gasping for air, the flowers floating to the floor. Only when they had to come up for breath did she disentangle herself from his embrace and bend down to pick up the flowers. “Are these for me?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” He lo
