Eight months into Billy's deployment, my life had become a mess. On the surface, the bills were being paid, the house was being cleaned, the children were being cared for, but if you looked beyond the surface, you could see the cracks beginning to form.
     My office had been one of the last projects we had worked on together before Billy left, and now, I rarely moved outside of it. It was a small space, only 8ft by 7ft, with a wraparound desk and a recliner in the center, I could reach everything without leaving my chair. My computer, now always left on, always ready to receive a message or a video call from Billy whenever I was awake. Sometimes I slept in there, it wasn't the most comfortable place, but I was always afraid that if I left, that would be t...

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