After a hasty breakfast at a roadside diner, Anthony pulled out onto the highway that would take them to their destination. Seven hours and four-hundred-odd miles later they reached D.C. Anthony rolled his shoulders, trying to work out the knots driving had formed. He squinted. The late-afternoon sun had already started its descent toward the horizon, its shimmering golden rays bounced off the white stone of the Jefferson Memorial. Bittersweet memories hit Anthony. He’d been so naive when he’d first hit town and caught sight of the many monuments and memorials representing everything he intended to protect. He’d been captivated by the history and sacrifice of the country he’d wanted to serve. Tried to serve. He’d relocated to D.C. to fulfill a dream. He’d left ten years later in disgrace. Would returning now with Viv and Mikey redeem him? Would anything ever make up for the mistake that had not only put an end to his dream but had cost the man he was protecting his life? It’s convenient and easy to blame God.
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