The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…Miller offered a small, genuine smile. “We owe it to them, Mr. Thorne. To all of them. And to you.” She paused, her gaze thoughtful. “You know, I had a cousin in the service. He… he didn’t make it back. I understand what it means to want justice.” Alex nodded, the shared understanding a silent bridge between them. He had finally found the truth, and in doing so, had begun to find his own way back. The war had left its mark, deep and indelible, but it had not broken him. And now, the fight for justice, for his fallen comrades, was over. A new battle, one for peace, for healing, was about to begin.