As Jeremiah stood at the shooting range, his mind replayed the conversation with Emily over and over. Every detail, every nuance in her voice, remained etched in his memory. The protective instinct within him was as sharp as ever, honed by two decades of service, but this was different. This was personal.
Jeremiah knew he needed to approach the situation with caution. He had to protect Emily without escalating matters unnecessarily. He remembered the camaraderie of his unit, their trust in him as their leader. This was another mission, but the stakes were higher than ever before.
The call came sooner than he expected. Emily’s voice, usually steady and full of youthful exuberance, was shaky and urgent. The words spilled out: “Dad… Mom’s boyfriend and his friends are here. They’ve been drinking.” Laughter echoed in the background, a sinister soundtrack to her distress. Her voice broke, leaving a void of helplessness on the line.
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