On the twenty-third day of his absence, something extraordinary happened.
At 9:17 a.m., four black SUVs with government plates rolled into the parking lot. The diner grew still. Doors opened in perfect unison, and uniformed men stepped out, their movements crisp and deliberate.
“Who’s Jenny?” he asked.
Jenny set down her coffee pot, heart pounding. “I’m Jenny.”
He approached, extending a hand. “Colonel David Reeves, United States Army Special Forces. I’ve come because of a promise one of my men made.”
The diner was silent.
The Letter
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