Chapter 63.
The morning after the secret of the house had been sealed with ink and a kiss, the reality of it felt less like a dream and more like a tactical assignment. It was eighteen days until the transport plane would carry Victor away, and while he was currently miles away at the base- navigating the labyrinth of pre-deployment briefings and Pentagon conference calls- Briar was navigating a labyrinth of her own. She had driven herself this time. Her modest car looked almost comical parked in the pristine gravel driveway of the craftsman house, a small splash of "local girl" against the backdrop of the secluded estate. She sat in the driver's seat for a full minute, the engine ticking as it cooled, staring at the front door. Victor was a Three-Star General; he moved through the world with the
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