John walked back and forth in his room, his hands sweating and his heart racing. His strides were long and heavy as he thought about Helena and their child, while worry and fear pressed on his heart.

Thomas stood watching him with sympathy; this moment in a male’s life was always distressing. He approached the commander, trying to calm him.

“John, it will be okay.”

The commander looked at him, and there was something insane in his eyes, as if he had lost his mind ...