I had been counting down the days until my husband came home. I thought I knew exactly what to expect, exactly how our reunion would go. But then, a wounded soldier arrived at the hospital—when we checked his emergency contact, my blood ran cold.I was counting down the days. Just one more month, and Ethan would be home. After endless nights of worrying, after holding my breath through every phone call, I’d finally get to hold my husband again.
But that night at the hospital, everything changed.
A burned victim came in on a stretcher—with severe injuries, and bandages covering everything except his eyes. He had no ID and no memory of who he was.
“Check his emergency contact,” I told the nurse, my focus still on his vitals.
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