Then, I felt something else. A deeper kind of pain. Something breaking. Something ending.
Before my eyes fully closed, I saw Scott rushing forward, catching Jacqueline in his arms. "Someone call a doctor! Jacqueline, are you hurt? I'm so sorry, I should've been here sooner."
Scooping her up, he bolted for the door. Just before disappearing, he shot a glance at the body on the ground.
"Take care of it," he told a soldier, then left without a second thought.
At the hospital, after the doctor confirmed Jacqueline was fine, Scott finally let out a breath. But something still felt off.
His gut told him something was wrong. Pulling out his phone, he was about to call home when a soldier came sprinting toward him, his face pale.
"Sir… it's bad. That body we just brought in, it's your wife."
