He was exhausted. Thank goodness he’d had his family helping him today or he wouldn’t have been able to function. As much as he loved his children, they wore him out. Being a single father had not been the plan. But that’s the way things had worked out and while he wished his marriage hadn’t ended the way it had, he was grateful for the two beautiful children that had come from it. He walked to the window and looked out. A police cruiser sat in plain view. Charles felt his jaw tighten. While thankful for the extra pair of eyes, he was frustrated at the necessity for it. His right hand reached up to touch the weapon in the shoulder holster. It felt right. Comforting. Even as the need for it brought to mind the memories of his time in Iraq. A time he’d rather forget. Now Olivia’s death, the spray paint on his garage, the incident at church had him jumping at shadows and looking over his shoulder. Just like back in Iraq, he was now in a constant adrenaline rush. He closed his eyes and did his best to concentrate on the good in his life.
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