Nate gets the call at eight o’clock on a Monday.
He’d heard about it on the news, waved it off without a second thought.
He starts training in two weeks.
Serena cries.
He stares at the television, too hollow to react.
Chuck calls.
He’ll be shipping out with him, he says.
Blair’s voice, her protests, are loud and clear in the background.
He hangs up.
“Do you
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