"I'd do it for you." Daniel leaned forward, hands flat on the table. "But Emma, I need to know if there's a point. If you can see us having a future. Because if you can't, if this is over, then I might as well re-enlist. Sign up for another tour. But if there's a chance—"

"I don't know," Emma interrupted. "I don't know if I can get past this, Daniel. I want to. God, I want to. But every time I look at you, I see that casket. Which is stupid because you are right here, alive. But I remember ...