Finally, we were back home in Arvendon. I enjoyed seeing my parents and friends again, but I loved our little house with our puppy and our quiet times together. As soon as we were home, we popped some popcorn and decided on a movie to watch. Jacob had his legs stretched in front of him, and his feet were on the coffee table. I was leaning into his side, watching the movie while Buster laid on my feet. Jacob ran his hand through my hair mindlessly.
Jacob liked history movies, especially ones about Arvendon. This particular one was about a war his grandfather fought in. For myself, it felt like too much. The war was still too fresh in my mind. I didn’t know how Jacob could stand to watch it. I was sure it was worse for him who had been there. Still, he watched it silently, not givin
