Ethan’s POV

The maps on my desk were beginning to blur together. Mostly, I was thinking about the war efforts—

but sometimes about other matters.

Rosalie. The baby. The letter.

I couldn’t think about it. I couldn’t let my mind go there, not at all...

She had made her request of me, and I needed to honor that

and live my life the way she wished. Except, how could I be happy without her?

I looked at the maps again, concentrating on the new Xs we’d drawn for the new attacks, trying to ...