“Close your eyes, Tyler.” “They’re closed,” I whisper back. “See your way out, Soldier, do you see it?” “I see it, baby,” I croak, cracking wide as the blades of the Blackhawk sound in the distance, the thwomp thwomp thwomp announcing its rapid approach. “Have faith, Soldier. Have faith.” “I’ll have faith, baby . . . I love you.” “My one true love,” she whispers. “I miss you so much.”
