what the report said.
Melissa pushed another paper toward me.
A letter.
Danny’s handwriting.
I knew it immediately.
“Read the last paragraph,” she said.
My hands shook.
The letter was dated six days before he died.
I read.
Most of it was ordinary.
Regret.
Fear.
Plans to get clean.
Then the final paragraph.
Cole doesn’t know any of this. Keep it that way. He already carries enough ghosts. If something happens to me,
make sure he understands someday that Fallujah wasn’t his fault.
My eyes blurred.
Below that:
Robert said he’ll watch over him if I can’t.
Robert.
My uncle.
I looked at Melissa.
“What did Robert have to do with Danny?”
She swallowed.
“They knew each other.”
“How?”
“Robert wasn’t only in commercial real estate.”
