Nic looked at Cece standing in her doorframe, her body backlit from the porch light. It had been a while since she’d seen Cece, so it was a surprise seeing her in uniform. The words were like an echo in Nic’s mind: “Rod White tried to commit suicide tonight.”
“Come in, Cece.” Nic waved her through to the living room. Claire threaded her hand through Nic’s arm and grabbed her biceps. She recognized a squeeze of reassurance thrown in for good measure.
“How?” Nic tried to offer Cece a seat on the sofa but she begged off, preferring to stand. She recognized the dispassionate look on her face immediately; she’d seen it far too often in Afghanistan. She’d thought Cece might be at her house to talk about Benji and the incident at the market. “I can’t believe it. I just talked to him about his u
